NaPoWriMo, Day One, Poem One

Beget

What if
you resurrect
and no one comes?

Nobody behind
the rock you move
each morning,

same people
you miss all weekend
miss you again.

So you had
a bad few days
everyone does.

Most people
drink coffee,
get over it.

Your mom
wouldn't know,
Why call?

Off to work,
one more birthday
forgotten.