Tuesday, February 20, 2018

night calls

go-stop sentences
then apologies
in the night

"i'm sorry, you go on. it's just that-"

"I know. You knew where I was going
with that-

Go on and on and on....."

and i go on, giggling
and half stumbling through

the importance of yesterday
against the feeling
of to-day

in and out of
in-jokes and

weaving a sense of

that relaxes the soul
and drives away
what the day did to me

and you

do you remember
the last time i leaned
on your shoulder

it felt like i was flying
in my mind

flapping wings
in tune with
the heartbeat
below me

searching for the sun


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