What’s Crossing Your Mind II

What’s crossing my mind?
A gaze I’ve never met, but feel down to my spine.
A silence that hums louder than any voice.
A story tangled in want and barely restrained words — his words.
If he’s reading this…
I hope he feels it.
I dare him to feel it.
 
What’s crossing my mind?
A gaze I’ve never met, but feel down to my spine.
A silence that hums louder than any voice.
A story tangled in want and barely restrained words — his words.
If he’s reading this…
I hope he feels it.
I dare him to feel it.
Forgot after reading this. Beautifully written!
 
It’s amazing how long it’s taking to tidy up just one room that’s become a bit of a dumping ground. Although this may be more about my need to retain paperwork for at least a year even though I’ll probs never look at it again.
 
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