My task bar is empty,
there is no direction,
no digressions,
best intentions.

Hard to fill that bar up for the start of the day,
harder to empty it, to cease at the dawn of night,
my brighter light,
shadowy delight.

Can you feel my tasks piling up on the desk,
you walk in late,
I regret looking into your eyes,
you sleep,
I woke,
to find,
the emptiness of space,
timeless stars shining down on our broken hearts,
don't forget, to fill that empty, taskbar.