Fatigued

Woke up to fresh air
caressed by browns
sage green

in a daze,
I walked downhill...
surrounded by heavy traffic.
Are you in that traffic?

your sage hair
matching your sage attire

Are you in that traffic?

I woke up again to fuscia,
loving fuscia

the air is fresh

the sun tans me in my somber

I am brown
a little red
quite naturally

phone texts exhaust me...
I tried to tell you
you couldn't hear me

too much traffic
of thoughts
in the air

thoughts between us exhaust me.

Please stop following me.

But please
stay close.

Soon I'll be rested
Soon I'll awaken.