for the millionth time, there’s a red light that’s hot against my face.
for the millionth time, there’s a leather couch that’s sticking to my skin like dry ice.
for the millionth time, sirens of a passing ambulance fade away outside of my window.
for the millionth time, the buzzing sound of my fan spins above me.
with fatigue, dispair, and a bit of regret, for the millionth time i sigh.
the thought of you runs through my mind, for the millionth time.















