I woke up.
Again.
Same ceiling.
Same light
under the door.
My shoes
where I left them.
My coat
still knows my shape.
I put it on.
Cold outside.
People passing.
Faces.
Bags.
Coffee.
Dogs pulling
at leads.
Nobody looks twice.
Good.
I walk.
Somewhere
a phone rings.
Not mine.
A bus stops.
Doors open.
Doors close.
Gone.
I keep walking.
There’s a window
with my face in it.
Older than I remember.
I look away.
A child laughs
across the street.
Something moves.
Then doesn’t.
Keep walking.
Green man.
Red man.
Wait.
Cross.
Wait.
Cross.
A church door
is open.
I pass it.
A bench.
Wet leaves.
Someone’s glove
on the ground.
Just one.
I know the feeling.
Home.
Key.
Door.
Silence.
The clock
has been busy.
I haven’t.
I sit down.
Don’t take
my coat off.
No point.
It’ll be morning
soon enough.
Lyrics Michael Forty
Voice Michael Forty
Lyrics Michael Forty
Voice Michael Forty