Her arm trailed to the floor
And her fingernail could only
Just brush the carpet
I like to imagine tracing
The hollow of her spine
But I know I’d wake her up
So I watch her dreams
Flit across her face
And I imagine myself in them
I never thought I could love
A pattern of freckles like that
Or her rhythm of heartbeat
And breathing
The moment she wakes up
Is the moment she is gone
And I lie where she did
Tracing circles in the carpet
That she didn’t even touch
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Her arm trailed to the floor
And her fingernail could only
Just brush the carpet
I like to imagine tracing
The hollow of her spine
But I know I’d wake her up
So I watch her dreams
Flit across her face
And I imagine myself in them
I never thought I could love
A pattern of freckles like that
Or her rhythm of heartbeat
And breathing
The moment she wakes up
Is the moment she is gone
And I lie where she did
Tracing circles in the carpet
That she didn’t even touch
