MayPoWriMo 16

I cannot believe I took
such detailed journals
for so many years
and now when the days
seem to blur together
in a mush kind of rush
I can barely string together
enough words to make
a status update so instead
I settle on a poem like
the cat settles on my lap
I could stay here all night but
when I read those days again
you live in what I wrote my friend