Jul 30, 2023
A DEAR IN HEADLIGHTS
I don't like
What my mind is thinking.
Hands coming to me,
Cupped,
Are icy -
Dressed in coffee,
Dressed unlike individuality,
Dressed unlike my own
Company.
You remind me
Of each tunnel
Exhalting
My melody
Though, I can see
There is
No comfort
Leaving you
For me.
I will be brave.
Delicate,
Is every word
I bricks and lead
Say
And poignant
Is every
Careless move
You make.
I am in
Headlights
The snow seeping
Headlights
Headlights
©️ A2Kdavis 2023