If I Could Reach Out and Touch
03/03/2019

You drag yourself out of bed
Mostly, looking half dead
I watch and mimic
Every move you make
You are stumbling to find words
Your tongue twisting in dry
Acrid juices
You look pathetic
Dragging me down with you
Your promises are hollow
You make them everyday
Making yourself presentable
You leave me, as I dread
Trapped in two dimensional
While you indulge
In your addictions
Till I see your haggard self
Face me the next morn