i close the blinds-
cigarette smoke,
almost invisible,
swirls and travels
outside
i hear
the sharp chirp of birds
and several cars
as they gurgle and flow
on still lonely streets.
no wind-
a truck clatters and rolls by
and
here i sit,
wakened by a forgotten dream-
while you sleep
while the night lights
slowly go off
one by one.
the coolness of the air
falls upon my skin,
soothes the sweat
of sudden awakening
and now
i watch
pale shadows play and merge
with slow crawling lights
upon my wall.
one window burns with amber gold.
the squawk of a sea gull-
a thousand thoughts-
in the silence everything is moving.
you sleep across the room
so close
we are miles apart.

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