stay close on the couch in your room at dawn
his words were sand through my hands like wind past my head like pebbles under foot, ignored, discarded, forever interrupted. the page has turned, a new chapter open. the sun has been visible for three days now and i'm not getting restless. this feeling is new the reason is you i know what you think what you say what you do spending nights into morning sitting working talking waiting wishing saying... emptying words that you otherwise might just forget.. let's watch the sun come up again. you may feel old but your face is new and i'm not getting restless.