I sit at my kitchen table
past midnight on a Friday morning.
School in a few hours.
Still drowning in homework.
Every now and then I glance at twitter and Instagram.
Maybe he\'s replied.
Maybe I can work.
He hasn\'t of course.
When he finally does,
I see my chance at happiness float away
on a cloud that only I can see.
I missed my chance
Because I\'m sitting here
past midnight
swimming in late work
and late nights.