I am

Late
laying awake
looking at the shadows
I cast on the ceiling through my covers.

In thought
over how my numbness
protects me,

but how it protects me
from the good
not just what I am.

Missing t's to cross
but plenty to wear,
I am.

Missing i's to dot
and everything to put a thumb hard on,
I am.

Late,
I am.

Late
in thought

Late
in doing
living
only.

Late
to my own shadow,
I am.

And others
could all read this
perfectly clear.

But I deny again
in better times.