60 Minutes till the Coffee Grinds

Sixty minutes to hear the coffee grind

Sleep evades with him on my mind

Should not worry, his world is upset

I shouldn’t worry, but yet

The voice in my head won’t ever stop

To let me sleep and think not

Of how he’s faring, how he feels

Turns over and over as a reel

Then sneaks in the unthinkable thought

Is it a oneway ticket I bought

A oneway trip to be finished alone

Not to return to the one I’ve known

That these are impossible dreams?

Sometimes that’s the way it seems

Still waiting at life’s shore

Hoping there will be more.