My messy room floods,
In conjunction with the moon,
light passes through my window,
On the sounds of my swoon.
The cat avoids the hollow,
Drafts within the wall,
Where you can hear the gasp,
Of the cold air rushing past.
As the eve comes undone,
Past the back porch light,
love has wandered lost now,
for many a long year.
Jan 20, 2025
Jan 20, 2025 at 1:39 AM UTC
My messy room floods,
In conjunction with the moon,
light passes through my window,
On the sounds of my swoon.
The cat avoids the hollow,
Drafts within the wall,
Where you can hear the gasp,
Of the cold air rushing past.
As the eve comes undone,
Past the back porch light,
love has wandered lost now,
for many a long year.