Ka-Boom

It's late
I was almost asleep on the couch two hours ago
not that I count things like hours of sleep
or measure time in the degree of the sun
that all passed long ago

meandering across the skin
I smell lingering fatigue

There's not too much to say. I lost whatever that something was that held me together it just poofed and now I have the strangest sense that all that's left is a shell of what once was, action set in motion carried out over routine. Less and less oh as the sun's rays wane and I know there is light gaining just beyond the edge of the horizon.