Still Moving

I wake up
Already late
Phone is warm
In my hand

I don’t check it
I don’t stop
I put on
What’s there

Coffee tastes
Like it always did
That feels wrong
I keep it

The sink drips
Like it has for years
I leave it
Running

The street’s loud
In the same places
I cross early
For no reason

Someone walks
Too close
Keeps pace
When I slow

I move left
Don’t apologise

The bus is full
I stand
Grip the rail
Too tight

My stop comes
I miss it
Stay on
One more

No one asks
Where I’m going

I get off
Somewhere else
The building smells
Like cleaner and heat

A door shuts
Behind me
I check it
Once

I sit down
Stand back up
Nothing hurts
Enough

Later
The light changes
Before I expect it
I stop anyway

My name sounds wrong
Out loud
I answer
Before I decide

I eat something
I don’t taste it
I throw away
Most

My hands shake
Longer this time
I keep them
Visible

The day keeps going
Without me
For a moment