Headcase in Hannah’s Bed

My mind is tired,
but my eyes are wired.
Lost in a headspace.
I found my voice
in a choice,
heading southbound,
windows down on the 405.
Headlights blink at me like
bloodshot eyes.

This cup of cold coffee
is barely keeping me alive,
but I’ve got to get home
before sunrise, to kiss her lips,
then travel south.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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