slip of the tongue | cmr

Late

After the call was called out
and the lights drifted by behind us
I brought you home in drizzle
and showed you my movie collection.
We smoked next to the window,
the fog of it blanketing our speech
and when we saw the hour,
how late it was,
we vowed we could just never sleep.

posted by christen roberts @ 1:07 PM