One last smooch
from my favourite lover
before I head back
to the rain
but it’s fine
I’ll just hibernate
until it’s all over,
subconscious searching
my brain nooks
and forever hooked on
finding my way
to dig deeper,
so when I wake
I’ll just talk for years –
sporadically laughter shook
and never in tears,
eyes bone dry
since this reality –
and then I’ll spend
forever listening,
not wise
just a little more
present and internally
clarified.
