A part of me did not wake up

Today.

He’s still awake,

Several hours behind,

Like a half of my mind

Fell asleep

And left the other behind,

Watching the clock tick

And talking to the sunrise.

That person keeps his hands

From shaking,

And his thoughts all filed,

Ordered alphabetically.

What woke up this morning

All monochromatic

And confused

Is thinking of his dreams,

How he reached through a door

To the other side

And, grasping, left

His better half outside.

Then meditates

To keep his mouth shut.