i imagine sometimes
you as your almost-believable avatar who
one day opens an imagined door
or ears to hear, to let them, to all you do
not––
inside or out in these eons between us
and your almost-never, the moment
of this blaring nevermind, i train her
back to soundproof cellars
of some other time
promising to visit.
I like the sense of yearning in this…tempered with the thought that, sometimes, it’s best not to open the box.
I love how you put that, Chris. Thank you, friend : )
🙂
J’adore !!!!
Astradie, Merci beaucoup pour ça ! : )