The sunlight reminds me
That it's morning
But my eyes were still clouded
Like 2 am.
I'm not sure
Who keeps topping off
My glass
Because it seems to be empty
Every 5 minutes.
How did the sun get
To that side
Of the room?
I see your face
In every shadow.
The thought of you
Is murderous
And the knife
In my gut
Keeps turning.
Another glass?
I suppose.