You,
praying hands,
restless under the wrinkled sheet,
Seconds
measureless
inside a fuzzy head;
I,
a few ellipsis
lost in comprehension.
p.s:
1) In response to a beautiful poem by Shafeeq Valanchary.
2) Shared with Thursday Poet's Rally.
An interior monologue, a performance, a confession and a song,some words for my best audience - ME.
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