Each night
I sit
somewhere different
some different way
my eyes fixed upon ever
changing movements
of things that
don’t look back
or say hello
and I wait
to intersect with
a glance
to know
I’m still here
Each night
I sit
somewhere different
some different way
my eyes fixed upon ever
changing movements
of things that
don’t look back
or say hello
and I wait
to intersect with
a glance
to know
I’m still here