the last sunday in october

I don't know where you've gone

Sir

Or where you're going

Sir

But I don't like it not one little bit

Sir.



And giving me one back tonight will not repair

For all the ones you've stolen while I slept


And read

And learned

And danced

And thought

And felt

And dreamt


Sir.


And so for future reference

(if you care for my well-being)

I would like it better

Sir

If you would just slow down a little

Sir

So I can sleep read learn dance feel think dream

Breathe

A little


More

Sir.