My mind plays you over like a wave building
Breaking
Crashing
Retreating
Then building again
Every time it retreats I imagine it is gone
But then it comes back, the tide is moving closer to my blistered feet
The ceiling fan is still turning
But I turned it off 10 minutes ago
I can never get my room completely dark
The kind of dark that makes you forget
There's always you: the little red light on my powered off television
I can't close the door without it creaking
I can't drink water without coughing
I can't walk without feeling sore
I can't laugh without regret
Or smile without pain
I can't watch the waves
Without breaking, crashing, and retreating