By the time I’m in bed, you’re already in the next day.
You call me to reconnect with your past, but all I want
to do is call you and ask what all of our tomorrows
look like, and if this sinking ship will ever course-correct
or if it just sails on into an oblivion of missed calls and
filling in the blanks with poor-quality facsimiles.
Cycles (excerpt), 2012