From The Lab

Dying Dog Days

Today I did glorious nothings.
Lovely, forgettable nothings, from dusk
To dusk. And then something sparked.
Some flickering synapse, buried deep within
Memory's soil, became unearthed,
Flirting to me of moments past,
Not unlike the past few moments;
And made me smirk a tragic sort of smile,
Soft stone-hearted at the fading days,
Times, memories.
Moments.
Nothings.
Glorious, forgettable nothings.