The hallway clock sounds louder after midnight it finally has the house to itself It ticks it tocks alone in the darkness The lights have long since shut themselves down … Beds are occupied, weighted down by restless dreams, soft snores, and good deeds long since forgotten everyone folded into blankets breathing in soft whispers - yearns in the night ***^ I’m downstairs watching the minutes pass holding a glass of something cold like it owes me answers my hands smell like electricity and dish soap So many unfinished things I moved nonstop through the day I checked boxes and moved boxes I picked up my phone every time it pinged with someone else’s needs I smiled in the right places, the wrong places, and a few times to just to laugh at the absurdity of myself **** I’m Fighting the feeling That I missed my exit hours ago I can’t slow down - I can’t stop. I’m driving 85 watching the windows go by Yet my brain is standing in the driveway - keys in hand, waiting for the world to run out of gas *** the air conditioner kicks on the house creaks in rebellion somewhere a charger light glows blue in the dark - a tiny open sign I just plugged in every nerve in my body just clocked in for the night shift and I don’t even know what we’re building tonight. **** I stare at the glow waiting for direction I shiver as the house cools for the night And inventory old conversations like unpaid bills The days regrets scattered like shoes by the door **** I’m Fighting the feeling That I missed my exit hours ago I can’t slow down - I can’t stop. I’m driving 85 watching the windows go by Yet my brain is standing in the driveway - keys in hand, waiting for the world to run out of gas
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