#1
it's supposed to be short.....so yeah.


Seemingly

I've walked in and out of these rooms
each time standing in a different place
each time staring behind a different face
sometimes they change,
pillowed walls and tropic skies
lace through shoes left untied.

Just because I'm not blatant about it
doesn't mean these waves go unsung.
I'm just good at smudging the edges
until the pastels join hand in hand.
A bird's eye glare only sees this buffer zone
but a sincere hello can shout to the mountains
I know
I know