I imagine having an early night
In a city centre restaurant
Dropping off to the constant
of conversation, nothing about you
Half asleep as those who drank too much
and stayed too long, leave
Deep sleep amongst vague light
The quiet where noise has been
Sun through windows, buds of sound
Empty space within
Walking amongst tables to find the door
The street and the day as before
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