Sit on the couch,
where comfort lies.
Watch the light leak in true,
past the gathered shades.
Hold hands with quiet,
the untouched acoustic
you don't know how to play.
That's alright.
Don't
stop
writing.
Listen to the hollow sound
of distant drivers speeding off.
Play with your fingers,
that fumble with your pen.
Draw circles around your favorite,
lines and alliterations and
spell your name differently.
That one's cool.
Don't
stop
writing.
Forget yesterday's whispers,
that became unclear.
Cut last nights losses,
your hands are still here.
Revere the reminder that
morning solitude does not
have to be sad.
Don't
stop
writing.