I thought it in my head, and the words almost came out my mouth, but you weren’t around to hear them, you weren’t supposed to anyway. They’d shake the earth beneath your feet & send you running for cover from the sudden movement of the parts inside your chest. Only if you can quiet your head. That’s where it starts and ends.
Sleepless nights, a repeat performance, a gentle tug at your heart strings like a moth to a flame.
It’s patience, a slow cadence. It’s anyone’s guess, just nonsense.