in the light of a beautiful sunset
I feel unsettled
the nerves in my feet
are ready to tap the wooden floor beneath me
I am the fog
taking over the light
the disappearing colors
the heavy eyes
and the twirled toes
cursing the lack of heat
it’s all my fault
I slowly wait
as the dusk turns
into a lit landscape of rectangular blinds
and slow pace of moving circles
I wait for you
and so do the circles
for you to come back around
and spend another night
looking at the mist
while your unsettled nerves dance
in the light of a beautiful sunset.
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