Something in the air tonight — a charge you can’t name, like the moment before a match strikes, when the whole room leans in.
The windows are open. The curtains breathe. Somewhere a dog barks twice and stops, as if it heard the same thing you did.
You stand there holding nothing, and the nothing holds you back.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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I love the last line of this poem it seems to say all that needs to be said. Very nice William
Thank you very much!
You are most welcome William
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