To Ben, for a night your mind will not stop
Ben, you have been looking at the ceiling long enough to count the cracks. Put the phone face down.
Whatever you are replaying, it is smaller in daylight. It always is.
Here is what I do. Breathe in for four, out for six, and walk the drive to my aunt's lake house, every turn in order. I never reach the dock. That is the point.
I am asleep across town and still on your side. You have to be up at seven. I would like you rested, not wired.
MAKE IT YOURS