extinguished

time is tired;
i've been breathing through burnt lungs
travelling an airway of ashes
and empty cherry trees
waiting for a pause or go.
i'm built on a marathon of running tears
with no side street joints to rest and recover
mouth dry, body thirsty
i licked the glue and left you a post-it,
let it attach like mould 
and rolled away on a wheel of realities
quiet, and caught by nothing
i felt like the runway before flight
knees knocking, wrists cracking
never inhaled this deeply
what did i write, what did i say
i never remember but i'm chewing on dates
spitting out weeks and never deciding on endings.