and here I am
in a place I never thought
when the nights were only started
and the sky – a younger
dark
caught between
and wrapped around
a gnawing in my soul –
a silence born
of negligence –
coffee growing cold
and there you are
wasted as a morning after beer
staring out at lessons
never come –
who am I
to change the sheets
who am I to smile
when all you keep is leaving –
forgotten how
to run

. . .