setting up his cables
power on
the electricity circulates
the start of something new
the chemistry is all there
yet the history tab remains open
fixing you, a nail here a screw over there
a new item
another distraction
there he goes ignoring you now
Looking to circulate somewhere else
- I wish you had a remote
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoetryA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
