between buildings
and yell downs
and drinks
that we pour down
the sink
the futile attempts
to try n monitor our drink-
in the morning
u look so exhausted
already
the fear of
am i blame
please don’t say im to blame
if u need a little longer
i will just wash up
and wait
for the next bakerloo
take the 2 stops with u -
u fidget
light itching
the sheets barely hold us in
u have
such a long list
can it
squeeze in with us
the lightness the darkness
the greys in between
on the 3rd floor u dropped thoughts
in sofa seams
and i wonder what left u
and found me like this
the lightness the darkness
the greys in between
on the top floor u pulled me
right at my seams
what would have left u
you’ll find me up here