i come back from the gym
it is past midnight and the rain
has not stopped since midday
my roommate sleeps
he has work tomorrow
i have nothing for the next three days
i sit on the edge of my bed,
that fails to bring me comfort every night,
and huff the silence that would be
if not for the cheap refrigerator
grating solace with its mechanical orchestra

i sit on the edge of my bed
and i watch as a mist
hovers over the pines
stretching out east where there is nothing
that is my place
for i am lost
so many pieces missing, with people
who have long left my life
what am i now
a mosaic, not yet finished
or ravaged by history,
destroyed almost completely
what am i now
the mist that seems almost like
a tangible thing
but when you enter it it's gone
a cloud, a dream,
it's just for view
from high above
it is not for me
and neither am i