May 2019
With hair falling before quiet ears
And mind bent steadily on pages of ink
Resting softly above the earth
Her chest rises and falls
In steady unison
Her pulse patters faintly like little feet
And with quiet eyes, she looks up suddenly at me
And winks
And mind bent steadily on pages of ink
Resting softly above the earth
Her chest rises and falls
In steady unison
Her pulse patters faintly like little feet
And with quiet eyes, she looks up suddenly at me
And winks
My past and I had this really subtle language we used. When one was annoyed, appalled or feeling a certain positive thing. It only took the slightest sliver of a look to communicate things. But as awesome as that was, it's in the past. And I'm alright with that. A memory this is.
