Beside You.
The shock of the night poses less of a threat than your face against mine, when you whisper goodnight.
My body flinches under sheets as you breath.
Your shadow o'ershadows mine.
I am put out by your light.
Quoi?
So I'm the type to type.
My IPhone a blanc canvas to paint with my wordplay. A new app to appreciate.
A new journey embarked. The unfamiliar road leads somewhere.
Only time and rhyme for company.
Letters like road signs riddle the page.
And a new day begins.