Sky, damp with gray
My pockets are empty, I left the front door unlocked
We've never both been awake this early
How could we?
We've never been awake, so I know you must plan
to live in the sunrise now, and for me to come
and sleep in the afternoon until you stop calling
and I'm the one who can't see in the dark.
Let me just take a picture of you against the bricks
of the building where, I guess,
you couldn't always be everything that you were
Not all at the same time
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