time stretches and chokes.
what turns the hours can take;
sutinance in forms of words
draw us in, and wrap the dawn
around our backs.
everything you said,
all the revamp, expression, progress
spilling off your tongue,
each of these day to day malfunctions
are catching.
repair will move us forward before i realize
that i can't give everything
you deserve from me.
maybe i should close my eyes for a few more hours
just to feel something real.