and when I reach out
to touch something
that is not me
I feel a kind of
numbness
hear a kind of
dull static
that’s how I know
I’m still waiting
for you
5 May 2018
Sussex Coast, England
a lingering rose
poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
poetry ~ prose ~ reflections ~ dreaming
and when I reach out
to touch something
that is not me
I feel a kind of
numbness
hear a kind of
dull static
that’s how I know
I’m still waiting
for you
5 May 2018
Sussex Coast, England
