the morning

There is a certain kind of loneliness

In this room

The days chasing one another

In tired circles

I'm not exactly sad

Because

I think at this point,

I've forgotten what it is to feel happy

They call that numb, right?

I don't call it anything

Its not something they sing about

This "in between"...

I am uncomfortably comfortable,

Desperately content,

Dangerously okay with this edge

This fragile line I walk

All at once.

Yet I'm blind,

Disconnected

From a white noise reality

All I see are the slivers of moonlight

Slipping through the cracks in your blinds

Wishing my lungs

Could match yours

All I do is miss your hands

All I do is dread the morning

-please stay.