Slow Moments
It is getting late
But I know I can’t sleep.
There is no work tomorrow—
Maybe a few places
Where we’d need to go
But the onslaught I feel
In my ribcage
Is unwarranted.
There is time—we have
Slow moments
To live through first.
It is getting late
But I know I can’t sleep.
There is no work tomorrow—
Maybe a few places
Where we’d need to go
But the onslaught I feel
In my ribcage
Is unwarranted.
There is time—we have
Slow moments
To live through first.