the world feels
half an inch
from where I remember it
but mornin still comes
pale
beautiful
with the last of the night
still caught in its throat
light settlin
against the window
just shy of yesterday
leavin shadows
to hesitate at the edges
before reachin
for the sun
I’ve learned
almost has a way
of achin in empty spaces
settlin beneath the skin
bruisin
stayin tender for hours
I think
I feel it most
when reachin
my hands
only findin air
where they expect warmth
and half an inch
has never felt
so fuckin far
