I gaze out the
window,
just a filmy barrier
now,
hoping for some sign
of life.
The streets below
are quiet,
too quiet.
I wonder if they've
left me behind.
Did the gods forget
about me?
I
am forgettable,
reveals my reflection.
I place my lips near
the glass,
Dragon breath
steaming circles,
waiting
on my warm
fingertips,
to write the words
I was here.
2 comments:
Your words will pass to time beyond us all, so you will always be the poet, the visionary, timeless.
merci, norton... very kind.
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