Back again
Sitting
Collecting somewhere
Moments of weakness
Spiraled drip
Murmurs in the basement
Your father's slouched shoulders
But still unsatisfied
In sleepy remorse
Feeling less than abysmal
Clean sheets and short days
But great you would become
Not in the sharpness of your current
But in the promise
Of your potential
Actualized
Bedside note
Your brother singing upstairs
Night born sadness