the day's about to end

"The day doesn't end until you fall asleep,"

she said, my best friend poet.

On most days my internal monologue

has a background soundtrack

that has nothing to do with

the internal monologue itself.

On most days I have an internal monologue.

On most days the soundtrack

is actual pieces of music

with considerable musical quality.

But on some days, like today,

there is no monologue, no music.

There is no kind sunlight

of the morning, or longing for tea at 4 pm,

or eating a chocolate before 

settling down with a book after dinner.

There is a metronome that

reminds me of passing time

that's set to a different pitch than mine.

But I'm in bed now,

so at least the day's about to end.