At the end of the day, I'm left alone,
the last student in the college library.
I listen to the tuneless humming of my laptop,
watching the sun die
behind stained-glass windows.
The dust motes in their eternal floating dance
will land on my glasses regardless
of whether or not I want them around.
The Word Document doesn't care
whether or not I ever finish it.
My eyes itch and my fingers are cold;
in a few minutes I'll save the file
and finally go home.