until morning

it came at night
surrounded by cold air. in too many words
it rolled across tongues like a train underground,
collecting speed. all that is unfamiliar
touching every secret spot, claiming every
motive and closing every question, unanswered.
a dream that moves you but you can't recall,
it had your name. it was slow and graceful
as the fog turned to water, the shadows all faded to
dark black weight and the air hovered around you,
accusing. you didn't see it coming but
it came, like a song in a foreign language.
it came, like looking a complete stranger
in the eye. and then it came closer.
it came at night, and the mess it left behind
couldn't be seen until morning