sand

awake

brooding and piecing together

the course of action for

my minds festivities

upon the open floor plan of

a million and one seconds

this time will consist of

before we return back here once more

the stillness of the air outside

and a lunar darkness that

rides the wave of chill

right up to the frame of the door

silently letting me know that

we are trapped inside here for a little while

And there is no reason to be

anything but comfy and immensely grateful

For you and the fact that

we were close to each other so long ago

yet so many miles

and years are gone

and here we are

being close again

the best is yet to come

About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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