Apr 24, 2013 16:38
I run into you on the street and say
oh, I haven't seen you around.
You gesture here
and there
and say you'd forgotten the way.
I run into you in my home and say
oh, I wasn't expecting you.
You gesture up
and down
and say you don't mind the mess.
I run into you in my bed and say
oh, I didn't mean to.
You gesture in
and out
and say you will be gone before daylight.
I run into you in my head
and say:
oh,
this is what I was missing.
writing,
poetry