Every morning I rise
6 am, almost like my body
Was in tune with the sun
No words said, just blinks and slow Movements
As I log the smell of my breath
In and out of memory
Soggy blunts, cheerios,  and cigarette Smoke
Ironically these things seem
Fresh
To me
Adjusting to the beams
And shadows casted by the blinds
A blurred portrait of my face
Reflects off
The burnt out 5 dollar desk lamp
This is the first time
I'm reminded of you.