thirteen hours

thirteen hours passed
the time I can’t remember
how long
have I been sitting here
all this time so silent
awake again no more fog
in the eyes
see clear but where
will this road lead
astray again then back
on track take a trip
won’t slip the feet walked upon
another spot once new now nothing

rain running down the outside
of the window by the side
hiding what needs to be found
at a later date like 
some sort of emotional time capsule. . .