The alarm buzzes, blares.
Water patters on pavement,
Streams slide urgently down paned glass,
An early fog shrouds the evergreens and the mottled brown, white neighborhood.
You slip away,
As quickly as the sloshing in the gutter.
But in the early mornings,
Your mess from last night lingers in the corners of my mind.
You shout at me to remember,
Behind the buzz, the blare, of the alarm.
My hair sticks out wrong today,
My breath needs brushing today,
My dreams were exciting today,
I shut the alarm.
Rummage for socks in the unfolded laundry.
Stumble out the door.
Shuffle in the frigid air.
Stiffen as the schoolbus grinds to a halt
Over a thousand uncountable seconds.
You whisper now,
I crunch a leaf.
Think about the scent of the bark on a nearby tree.
There was something to do.
Something like a pencil tilting off the edge of the desk.
Something I’m forgetting.
We’re into class now, 3rd period AP Government
No view of the muddied sidewalk
Sunlight sloshed across the open face of the school.
Cirrus sifting through the morning air.
I dreamt about you
But when I tell them about you,
All that remains is your sullen scent
Like rain over dewy green blades
Like blue clear skies.
I’ve forgotten all but the,