thursday night

i did not want 
to sleep i wanted  
to stay awake for 
as long as i was - friday 
would not arrive, faltering 
in as i knew it would today is 
saturday - like a band aid 
pulled too slowly. i feel slow
slow like when tears don't fall 
slow like when the rain is high 
and not willing. i feel lost inside
like nothing ever happened 
and nothing ever will - and all is what 
i could never imagine and what i had i 
never planned and what i have never 
wanted and who i so much need
on thursdays before the rain
before sleep, before words
form in odd frames - to
be safe