today is static
suspended in air
the moment of hesitation at the height of an upward swing
this house i have not left holds its breath
today, i exist in the space between heartbeats
time doesn't pass, it floats
today is the day to nap, to laze, to lie on a halcyon mattress and stare at the sleeping ceiling
today is sunday come on saturday
and my bones hum

Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

it’s too much like déjà vu
circumstances change but the feeling is familiar
like an itchy blanket that you swore you got rid of
but here it is again, to scratch at your skin
and make you forget what it’s like to lie comfortably
i really thought i’d never itch this way again