Observations:

Line the top lid.

Roll the cuffs once to the wrist, above the bone.

Top knot's a knot, more for annoyance than effort.

Hand towels don't stay on the hook.

Pillows littered, catching falling sighs.

Hips aren't as tall as shoulders, even on the side.

Satin lines on the nightstand, pen in the pages, saying, "be back soon."

Before the sunset between the blinds, caught in a room that won't notice it.

Ticking on the sill, time the light.

Soft angles and a curl falling by the jawline.

Pretend you don't mind silence.

Pretend you're the stillness.

Surrounded.

Soundless.

Soundless.

soundless


--Erin