I prefer early mornings

Longer nights

A pile of books by my bedside

That I promise one day I'll get around to

Reading more than the first few chapters then getting bored resigned to the fact that my Attention span isn't what it once was

You always said that once you started you couldn't stop until you went cover to cover Even if you weren't remotely enticed and I have to ask why

And if you had the time again

Would you have left the books piled by your bedside

A little like mine

A little like how I spend my time

Witnessing your steady decline

I'm sorry I can't save you