Ice melting in a glass untouched
Blue TV light across the room
You said something from the couch
I answered half a second late
Window cracked
Street still warm
3 AM
Nothing formed
One more call
One more hour
Watching shadows cross the wall
Stayed up
For no reason
Talked slow
Like we meant it
Skin warm
Mind gone
Birds start
Lights on
Stayed up
For no reason
Fan spins over empty cans
Morning air turns everything flat
You asleep with the lamp still on
I already want the night back
