My body clung to the chair from clothes just tossed,
clean of course but might as well be ***** now.
My eyes are looking at the frame of the window.
The Alaskan sky is blue today, the type of
blue that makes you feel like you could fall upward.
Wouldn’t it be lovely to be the falcon?
To trace the edges of the clouds looking
between and always between because it’s not
enough to hear what someone says.
You have to parse between to find the heart of it.
It could always be a delusion.
The yearning to find the hidden love in the pauses.
Does he look at me differently?
Could this be something?
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It makes me wish I could go looking for you
as if you were lost here and not countries away.
I’m not divine waiting
to split the sea or walk on it.
I’m just a man waiting at
the window.
Waiting.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 7:15 PM UTC
My body clung to the chair from clothes just tossed,
clean of course but might as well be ***** now.
My eyes are looking at the frame of the window.
The Alaskan sky is blue today, the type of
blue that makes you feel like you could fall upward.
Wouldn’t it be lovely to be the falcon?
To trace the edges of the clouds looking
between and always between because it’s not
enough to hear what someone says.
You have to parse between to find the heart of it.
It could always be a delusion.
The yearning to find the hidden love in the pauses.
Does he look at me differently?
Could this be something?
I can’t stop thinking about you.
It makes me wish I could go looking for you
as if you were lost here and not countries away.
I’m not divine waiting
to split the sea or walk on it.
I’m just a man waiting at
the window.
Waiting.