Chapter 52: pareidolia

you don't wait for me,

so I don't wait for you -

you keep going line after line,

I keep going line after line only in my books;

paperblanks to messy texts at three,

hand carved letters into skins of trees -

I write you cursively in bold

keep you cursed, tight in my hold

and so it goes -

just until you're out of ink for me.

don't know why someone like I

would care for someone like you -

yet I do;

you wait for more lines,

I wait for lines only so I can write -

and I need another pretty rhyme,

though you're just a blur, don't got much tint

which should be

enough of a hint

for me -

actually.

but...

I don't wanna see that I see

that what you've got

is barely action, but just cut -

and you keep your eyes shut

and only open them in the brink of a brief second

one glance - then close,

you're forever in a trance

and so it goes:

day to day to day...

up until another "hey" and "everything okay?"

and then stop - 'cause...

what more is there to say?

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7/9/2024

september was a good month for poetry, so here's another piece :) let me know what you think and thank you so much for reading! <3

pareidolia ~ to see or perceive something meaningful or significance where there is none

xo, S🌹❤️