the clock strikes 10
i am no longer
dancing
in your misery
i am no longer
sound asleep
push me
wake me
find me the road
the river
the rocky sea
the taste of
saltwater
upon my lips
I am here again
I am the hilltop
the heartstroke
the coffee stained
looseleaf
trailing
drifting
speaking
no words
upon
the bare wood
floor