i laid in my white abyss wondering where your touch went.
questioning why the breeze from my window could provide more care in its caress, than you.
call me naive or pusillanimous,
but your absence surprised me.
the breeze so easily comforting turned to a horripilation of dread.
so i arose from my bed, covered my shoulders in my favorite sweater,
and went on my way.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 5:31 PM UTC
i laid in my white abyss wondering where your touch went.
questioning why the breeze from my window could provide more care in its caress, than you.
call me naive or pusillanimous,
but your absence surprised me.
the breeze so easily comforting turned to a horripilation of dread.
so i arose from my bed, covered my shoulders in my favorite sweater,
and went on my way.
