"Streams of consciousness"

[emilyalyson]

I wonder how many

pretty things are in front of your

eyes

hazel

big

like an owl,

a night owl

my night owl

so many summer nights we spent

out in the night air

together

in harmony

our hearts beating

as one

I breathed in as you beathed

out

I’m out

of my mind

without

you

here

home

is somewhere else for you now

somewhere

far

away

from me

so now

I hoot

by myself

a single

night owl

who doesn’t feel like an owl

anymore

Without you

I feel

like a pigeon

wearing

an owls

feathers