I am pausing just for the now
the passing Moon scoops its urgency,
plaiting silver shadows
through my blinds.
Closing my eyes
thoughts of her,
are like re-arranging furniture
as if someone was walking upstairs.
I know she would have accepted me
because I offer no excuses.
Jan 17, 2013
Jan 17, 2013 at 7:26 PM UTC
I am pausing just for the now
the passing Moon scoops its urgency,
plaiting silver shadows
through my blinds.
Closing my eyes
thoughts of her,
are like re-arranging furniture
as if someone was walking upstairs.
I know she would have accepted me
because I offer no excuses.
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