A poem
Another day
Another day, and you
When my eyelids open, I’m allowed seconds
Seconds of merciful nothing
Before you wake up too,
and step heavily into your office
My soul, my being, my ache
Another day, where you sit
Perched on my breath, often smiling
Curating the reels of old, to flash before me
Oh, don’t stop. I’ve seen this one too
The film is worn. It crackles. It always ends
It has ended, they took the camera
Another day, where we do it together
The backpack lies heavy
Must you cling to my ankles, I say with a smile
But your eyes glaze,
As you shake your head
and melt back into the fog
Another day, where nothing remains so heavy