half an hour ago
we watched the ceiling
for any sudden
movements, counted cracks
and pipes together.
it was the nicest
feeling of the year
so far. your eyes closed,
but mine still inspect
the distant plaster,
afraid to turn left
where you lie sleeping.
what would they see there?
sleep while i keep watch.


4 thoughts on “above

  1. thanks. carefree doesn’t always last, so when a moment comes to mind, i figure it’s worth a little special reflection. it’s like… savoring a flavor because you know you’re not going to have time to eat for eight more hours. or something like that.

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