Feb 2020
Usually I see
light spilling out from beneath the closed door
Usually I hear
your breath whispering across the panes of glass
Usually I feel
your touch even if it's just in my dearest dreams
But this time
but this time
nothing
nothing at all
light spilling out from beneath the closed door
Usually I hear
your breath whispering across the panes of glass
Usually I feel
your touch even if it's just in my dearest dreams
But this time
but this time
nothing
nothing at all
Not unexpected. It never would have been unexpected. Yet so strange that at last it's here. Or do I mean 'not here'? Hmmmmm...
