12:55 am . sober
every detail has
slipped by as
time has followed
ironic circles
i
am embalmed by
cold skin
which longs to meet
a forgiving stare.
a heavy head to
fold under the weight
of too many thoughts.

to force my decision
& delay it at
the stroke of ten

dressed in my best rags
to find you again, chasing
reveries between days. you
make it fall away, it isn't
fair that my mouth
won't let me say.

she breaks her fingers trying
to write her way back into
the clarity of
morning.

nostalgia . uncertainty