Head resting
against the window.
The bus shakes
Head swaying along with it.
i want to ask you,
What are you thinking right now?
i can tell you're
looking
At me.
But what's in your head?
And
Do you care
for what's in mine?
The song i have found life within
The one i choose
Everyday
to replace you with.
Do you know,
That I don't feel
Whatever it is
you're saying
when you
look this way?
- a. w.
YOU ARE READING
Dear Memory
Poetry"and that is when I realized that breathing had no worth to me." I know you'll never read these, all of you whom these are for, but I'll put it out there anyway. As a last word.
