I do not wake up to monkey brain
just a stiff hangover from dreams
I can't resolve
the stirring of the night before
the lingering memory
of late night texts
now gone if not
forgotten
the “wish you were
here” syndrome
the teasing whispered words
I still hear my head
as I drift off
I no longer clutch
the cell phone
the way I did back
then
I changed numbers too
many times
to ever get the ping, the vibration, the longing
I merely dream I do
the wake clinging to
them instead
like grasping smoke
the recall slipping
through my fingers
the harder I grip
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