Missed (Poem)

I was productive.

I swear I was!

Working in the library

without break or pause.

See, when I entered,

sun lit up the sky,

but when I finally left

it had long been night.

Didn't think too much

about any of that,

went to find some friends

to kick back and chat.

But then, one of them

pulled out her phone,

asked if we'd seen the sunset,

for away she'd been blown.

I stared at the photo

she'd decided to take.

The sunset was stunning,

my heart started to ache.

What had I missed

by occupying my time?

A pretty sight lost

to my own daily grind.

By distracting myself

with the cares of mankind,

to a side of beauty

I made myself blind.

I spent the next day

staring at my screen.

My work didn't shine.

It had lost all its gleam.

Because, after all,

I will never forget

the afternoon I missed

a gorgeous sunset.