Meek now, the night subsiding <br />We hunch our shoulders against the cold <br />And troop more than traipse home. <br /> <br />Coffee because its too late to sleep <br />Cigarettes because we're too sick to eat. <br />And always talking, like breathing, loud. <br /> <br />Waiting the night out, laughing fatigued <br />And slumped, shoes kicked off on the floor. <br />Holding to things irritrievable. <br />The whole world awake, past the door.<br /><br />Lauren Michaels<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/notes-on-our-stay/
