No time to cry. Death of 'Spark'11thAp2011

This morning seems
so long away
The polished floor
staring at me.
The cage is empty
But the monitor gapes
muted sorrow
of the digital world
takes me away
to be near.
The breakfast awaits
the tears on the plate
for it's noon already
horns blare startling
the present reverie
past washed in the sink
gloved for the day
chariot moves on
so close,so far
Yet another day!
For there's
no time to cry.