These nights are so stubborn
about becoming day
All I need is some time to collect myself
Before the light comes
And I have to go again

Its not waiting for me.
June is now july

But now I know where I need to be
Ive smelled the warm smoke
on the very air.
Ive felt our souls
So close you cant clearly see the ends
So why doesn’t the world
Let me go.
Let me be. There.
Oh gravity isn’t enough.

Instead june becomes july
And here I sit in the night
In these familiar margins.
I can taste the entropy.