In the middle of a conversation.
Going nowhere,
Desperately trying to go somewhere.
Or just smiling.
Damn your smile is perfect.
The feeling. And this feeling.
Over and over.
She might be three, perhaps one.
Cause she’s just breathing.
In a different way… makes me shake.
Would it be something this time?
The moment.
Just like a leap of faith, easy and perfect.
Like Hank and Karen.
Like you. Or just like me.
Heavy thoughts.
Mighty drops.
An Ikea sofa.
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