On the train we sit
across from each other and
my knees bump yours to
the rhythm of the tracks but
I don't move and neither do
you.
I'm staring at you and
you're staring back. There
are so many words stretched and
warped in the space between
our lips and also there
are no words and my mind is
empty and overflowing and
so is yours.
I am still gazing at you.
I will always look into
your eyes just as I am
right now as long as you
let me.
-
rm
YOU ARE READING
semi-permanent
Poetrya collection of poetry "Let this evening be the next piece of fabric you/stitch onto the dwindling threads of time" (from "it's late") {RM 2022-2023}
