.found poetry.
A shadow, loved, is listening.
To her, distinct, lonely song.
I couldn't find him, sad note is back again.
Hovering, unbearably awake.
Careful, the wind loves gossiping.
Discard my broken song, I give up. Wait.
Words, wrap my mind around the covers.
He sings, as I listen.
Folding my ache, careful, bury my love.
It was your eyes.
It's the wind.
No moonlight.
As I listen.
The way our eyes wait.
The way she prefers,
listening.
YOU ARE READING
(BASKET CASE)
Poetry"One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple." -Jack Kerouac
