It is windless
Plastic water in the canal
I'm having dinner with my mother
Then I linger at the crossroads
on the way home
My rooms are so empty
and you live nearby
I can go to you
and yet I can't
Behind the thin curtains
is the street, the city, alive
Nobody sees me
I'd like to read love letters
from you, confessions
that you never wrote to me
I keep thinking about that -
waiting for sleep, lying still
like a doll
Dec 19, 2023
Dec 19, 2023 at 3:55 AM UTC
It is windless
Plastic water in the canal
I'm having dinner with my mother
Then I linger at the crossroads
on the way home
My rooms are so empty
and you live nearby
I can go to you
and yet I can't
Behind the thin curtains
is the street, the city, alive
Nobody sees me
I'd like to read love letters
from you, confessions
that you never wrote to me
I keep thinking about that -
waiting for sleep, lying still
like a doll
Collection "Slow circles"
