last night my ankles ached
they :
could just not sleep
i just seemed to keep counting
the equation of:
15 miles
and one simple street
same moon,same galaxy,separate beds,one sheet.
apart of me freezes even in the summertime
within this heat.
I collect all my worries
bundle them up
so they remain quite warm
and serve them to you
in the moments of life
when
the moon
even seems to be hard to reach.
I am hanging up now
you grab your coat
and the door doesn't close properly
leaving just enough space
for you to observe
and witness
all this absence
and my coffee colored feet.
rushing
hurrying
leaping
into something free.
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