reluctant sleeper listens to the shower past his bedtime. from the next room he envies the water running free through the pipes in the wall. no ties or expectation in the face of change forever. no choice but to surrender to the whim of tomorrow in the stream that never stops. you smile outside my window in a dream. I want to see the moment through your eyes and make you breakfast in the morning. we wake alone and out of touch until the rain comes back again.
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