Mar 17

Listening to the night sounds
My companions at night;
not tonight

Tonight it's
just the sounds of creaking floorboards
and the feel of the wind against the walls

The click of the keys as I type remind me
that I'm here, in the now and not lost in a dream,
a dream where the wind doesn't blow against the house
and the sounds on the floor are you walking
back to me.

Just writing to write because, well, why not
Written by
James  M/The Beach, NC
(M/The Beach, NC)   
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