I haven’t slept since we parted
Open ended and unfinished
Sing songs of little birds call out
Leaving my thoughts rolling in empty sheets
Sheets of the same smell I left
On the pillows of your boudoir afar
But as I silently feel my heartbeat
Pushing numb feelings about the room
I whisper my mantra without hesitation
Embracing the morning sun as it warms my soul
While I stretch my limbs
Opening up my heart for another day
Tag: unfinished
Drips of Time Trains (day 561)
Whistles that fly through the night
Restless in nights slumber
Crossing paths deep within the mind
Empty pillows
Unfinished passions
And the constant buzz
Floating through the room
Train wheels, floor board radiators
With the slow drip drip of time