Suspended from a timeline
I am swinging
Between summer unbearable
and winter hoodwinking
Streets are empty
breeze is cautious
I have come awake
inside of a nightmare
Days are longer than i need
to sleep through my dreams
Something left behind
shudders past me
A thin veneer of jetlag
is my only saving grace
Half of me, perhaps more
is left behind
Worse, that half
doesn't even miss this
or knows the rest
to even exist
Warmth of a blanket
can be easily confused for company
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