The evening came
So quickly
The hours missing pieces
I search as the sun sets
Trying to find
Where they disappeared to
As I scrambled to define my day
In a series of activities, a routine
These tasks, missing pieces
Outlines I try to color in, but never
Get passed filling in the bottom
Distractions had no definitive names
Leaving my mind blank
These thoughts missing pieces
Words on the tip of my tongue
Scribbling for minutes upon minutes
Until everything becomes a jumbled mess
Of ink and paper
And time became fleeting
As hours disappeared
Missing pieces, I kept looking for
Poetic Trials 