u n t i t l e d | d i s j o i n t e d

           at dawn,

her breath,

night scurrying,
abandoning me, again,
          memories surfing,
             on a runaway train,

with a forlorn yawn,
I’ll say it plain, escaping the deluge,
the splintered rain,

while ushering in,
a new breaking morn … … …