Second Shift

We leave the plates for morning light
We miss the calls we meant to fight
We say it’s fine, we say we tried
We eat in silence, side by side

We punch the hours we never own
We pay for rooms that aren’t our home

You fold your words into a cough
I nod like that explains it off
The night comes fast, the streets are bare
We wash our faces, not the care

We punch the hours we never own
We pay for rooms that aren’t our home