Sounds from the day have settled

And I am worn like the wax of the candle that has been lit all day

Put me out– please just put me out

Set free all the exhaust that I’ve held

Watch it take form as it leaves my body

It was never meant for me

See the dance it does as the wind carries it further away

My bed sheets serve as the freshly dusted shelf

And my body is the book looking for its home

There I fell

Here I stay

This is exactly where I was meant to be