Brand New

Wake

last night is
a fading charcoal
sketched across
the forefront
of consciousness

experience
sinking into memory

Tonight
again, tonight

daylights' wounded eyes
sift the grain and grit,
the exhausted script
and often-told lies

waiting is
the spool of
slender thread
to reel the sun
below your neighbour's roof

And tonight
yes, tonight

I will see you

again


***- Anticipation, even though you see this person often.