I awake in a dim room; The first light dawns beside me from my phone Shows 4:30, not quite morn. A time to move. A time to leave. Through the hall an allumed room, I gather my keys and pocket my phone, Outside I'm in the cold morn. A time to shiver. A time to quiver. Look! to the roof of God's room! I spy a sky one can't keep with my phone. Stars, stars, grace a moonless morn. A time to start. A time to stop. Gape at stars, leave dark nil room; Missing the patterns I've seen on my phone. Myths differ this time of morn. A time to resume. A time to regret. Only mind's eye has the room; Other far moments notify my phone As I drive off into morn.
What are the moments you wish you would have lingered?