Indifferent ,
I say
to my brain,
it should be.
Yet it drones on and on
filling my head with thoughts of you.
Indifferent,
I say
to my heart it should be.
Yet it sighs on and on
making me miss you.
Indifferent,
I say
to myself I should be.
But I can't help wanting to be with you.
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Starlight Soliloquies
PoetryPoems spoken aloud till the rhythm was found and steeped in starlight till they shimmered.
