please don't die

the room is cold.

these old windows made
of glass

and wood, do little to keep
out the wind.

the glare of sunlight flies
in,

but I like them.
circa 1968. it's who I am.

mid century modern.

the computer is sluggish.
so am I.
I offer it coffee, but

it stutters, it's sleepy,
it has no
reply.

my fingers rest on the keyboard.
waiting.
waiting patiently.

please don't die.