This bed full of me
is idling the night away.
I saw those red leds
beaming 3.52 am once too many,
so I gave them -
after redecorating their plastic peel
with a hammer -
new life in the bin.
Although,
with thoughts lingering
through empty afterhours,
I keep in mind
that sometimes it's morning
at 6 am.
(Oh yes,
I know how glorious sunrise is,
how artful it seems to colour snow
and how poetically the birds
resonate in a distance.)
But I tend to forget,
just like I forgot
how to switch off the subtitles
reading from my eyes
when near you.
And I don't feel sorry
(in every aspect of the word);
I just feel,
for you.
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