Guard your eyes against a world that is too bright
for the night you had.
Wrap yourself in white noise and highway rumbles,
ease away the slow knocking on your temples.
Left hand at 12 o'clock on the wheel, right hand lazily tracing a snag in your jeans,
I watch you sleep out of the corner of my eye,
and wish I could cover you with more than just a blanket
as a remedy
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