Series End

Time stretches on
Empty and unfilled
No longer do I see
Those precious images
Or hear that sweet song

I stare into space
And see only atoms
I keep staring
As the rain
Knocks at my window pane

And I lament
I think back
I am wistful
I engaged copiously
Took it in by the fistful

But now it is done
I have reached the series end
There are no new episodes
Caught in the binge watching
Simultaneously confusing but fun

Binge watching.
If my eyes were a liver
They would have cirrhosis

Dave James Horn ©

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