my imagination
is the wisp of smoke curling
and moving between us
molded by your exhaltation,
a heavy sigh emitted gently
as you fold your hands
and stare out into the distance
looking for something
i’m sure
is just left of frame.
my imagination
is the wisp of smoke curling
and moving between us
molded by your exhaltation,
a heavy sigh emitted gently
as you fold your hands
and stare out into the distance
looking for something
i’m sure
is just left of frame.