4am:
There's no room to look in between foreign
letters and dotted "i's" that
line the stairway to your doorway.
I gamble with luck.
Your mismatched socks lay carelessly
off of the side of your bed as
you fight the light switch.
"stayawake"
Please, close your eyes as
I try to imagine every thought,
every sound, every memory,
every syllable
that's racing through your mind.
When it's this expected,
no one sees it coming.
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