The city starts coming awake, barely, and I stand on your balcony while brushing my teeth.
It's a good view from up here. I watch people, and think of how lucky I am.
The Sun is coming up now, and clouds hover by the horizon. Huge, flat, gravity-defying shapes, they look like star destroyers.

It's early
and it's late.
It's Thursday, or
Friday perhaps, all
ready for sleep now, I realize
with you
I lose track of my days.