12 Hours Now It Is Night At Home

I sit by the window on a clear sunday afternoon finishing some work, and listening to sometime I haven't heard for over a month; my Full Measure acapella Not For Nothing CD. I recognise a few of my friend's voices. And I think back about America. And I start tearing. I am so far away. I think of my friends thousands of miles and across oceans away. It's 12:57am now in philly. Some people are out at Marbar, or Lamda. Or in town. Or at Philly diner. And I think about that empty spot I use to stand in, or empty chair I use to sit in. Across the sky, some of them are in bed, or still in huntsman studying. I think of my favourite computer terminal staring across the empty courtyard. It would be summer now. And suddenly I am overwhelmed by a great sense of lost.