zebrasindenver

Im so tired

of watching the leaves turn alone

Im so tired of the 401

Im so tired of this loft

Of wooden legs on wooden stairs

Of cracking bones on creaking stairs

Im so tired of nicotine replacing meals,

of replacing you

of dusty leather seats in the subaru

Im so tired of pretending that we are not in love

Of accepting that

Of knowing where you lay

Im so tired of this day to day

of this time spent growing without you

I am so tired

of being

tired.