Sleeping Next to Me

You’ve awoken in a beautiful deluge, my friend.
Your slumber so restful as time already spent.
I am not sure of the nightmares that you surely
have, I am not sure of the soft sounds of loss
you surely hear, but I am sure these words are
vacant as the top of parking lots, empty hopes
and no vessel for escape, merely a vantage point,
to watch the damp city drift in and out of focus.

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