reasonably insane

right when you wake up i
easily predict where you are headed
across the flood and out of fresh air
simple sounds can sometimes say everything
offering a hand to your little familiar
narrow eyes because she talks back
after licking her paw and raising an eyebrow
beneath the light a bit of silver
lets me know if i should stand up
you hear my voice but i departed long ago
inside the kitchen a few plants say hi
naughty laughter lets me know you feel me
shoes would be under my chair if i had any
around your neck is the sweater i bought you last christmas
not every time, but sometimes when i cough you grab your necklace
eventually we will meet up again
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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