…hooked

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,

subconsciously searching

my brain nooks

and forever hooked on

finding a way

to dig deeper,

so when I wake

I’ll just talk for years –

sporadically laughter-shook

and never in tears,

eyes bone dry

for this reality –

and then I’ll spend

forever listening,

not wise

just a little more

present and internally

clarified.