through the ether of miles away
through window, trees, window
as I type, as I sit in bed
not reacting
letting emotions slide off your back like water
letting thoughts slip away
but some catch in your eyes, in your temples, at the base of your neck
circling
echoing
holding
and you watch
YOU ARE READING
bedtime habits
RandomThis was meant to be a single poem. But there seems to be more coming.
