did I summon you?
with these sounds I thought were only mine?
in the dark of my room
pinching back the present
to let ancient waters flow through
and in the morning
(in a small, small way)
without me knowing I wanted you
had called you
had been waiting all this time
and the crest recedes as I reach for the note
where you ask me
(as you have countless times before)
how many shades of blue I can see before 9 am