Already?
yes, it's already,
said he and
I knew what he meant.


It could be Tuesday
sleep has a habit of
changing the days,

it's dark
so it can't be Friday.

he who wishes life away
pays much more than I,
I want it to go ever so slowly
and I don't want to die.

The wind outside
***** in its breath
to blow
the night out,

it's
almost like a birthday
without the candles.