none.

I had a hungry desire to tell you more about me, as your presence usually brings, but never got an opportunity.  So I sit and argue with myself until the day dies away, imagining up different strategies to shut down my brain.  And I look back on failed attempts.

The sun insists on setting prematurely.  She's indifferent to my shameless pleading, these pathetic appeals from hand and knee.  I decide to blame my current mental state on this absence.  Dismissing invalidity.