LINGERING

I linger in the soul speed,
where alarm clock monsters aren't letting me stay
and negligible details still carry your name,
and your hands,
and your face.
I still find you, cause I have to
In the rain, in a stain, in a moth, in a cloth
in a knot, in an odd, in an end.
In a dream, in the cream,
and in spring's hiding place.