Long-spent energy
And pointless conversation
Are all I can offer.
There is no sensation
Of you on my skin,
Of you in the air.
I may have come here
With the intent of prayer,
But sleep's winning this one,
Along with useless dreams.
Wishful thinking undermines
Coherence, it would seem.
Forgive me should I fail
To speak just as I ought.
I came here for silent prayer
And promptly, I forgot.
postscript
I wrote this in the prayer chapel on campus. How often do I go there to pray, because its blank walls are without distraction? And how often do I get distracted anyway? Ugh. Fortunately, He forgives.