(escapril day 3- is anyone listening?)
"I like to listen to you."
Rustle of sheets turning to face you
Lull of sighs when I sleep
Click of the door when I wake up first
Scratch of pen on tattered paper
Breathing too hard when I finally get home
Shower water- drip, drip- off my body
Gently, barefoot across the floor
Song bleeding out my headphones,
Drinking afternoon sunlight
Soft kiss on your eyelids
You do listen
And you do truly
Know me
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