In the space between
your socks on the floor
and the door
to your heart
lies the bed we used to
not sleep
in;
rumpled now from restlessly chasing dreams
through the night,
the details of which
escape
us
upon waking.
I am your day.
Face me.
Tastes a bit smokey… a little… melancholy.
<3
xoxo
Dust swirling in dusky sunlight. Not exactly closure, not quite commencement. Rather, the reflective moment(s) in between.