I want to lie on your lap like a cat
But what does that mean to you?
Nothing at all.
Nothing.
So what happens to the thoughts then?
The feelings?
Do they float fall to the earth like a feather?
Telltale signs of
To the ground where they sit untouched
Imagining it causes more discomfort than its worth
Dancing away from thoughts like
Fire that burns too damn hot
The sun is right there
Always that’s how
Always for you and me but not forever.
I wonder if the sun greets the sun’s we placed for him
Mourning doves cry
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