Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Alone
Alone
I’m small things.
Pulling on socks
The toilet paper roll
Time spent in the shower
I’m small things today
Lost and scared tomorrow
Hopeful the next
I’m every friend who calls
Fond of memory
Concocting mismatched fantasies
Which interlace with my dreams
I am sleeping
Waking
Fading slowly into the night
Without expectations
Or any anticipation when I wake.


