Between Dawn and Morning
Five in the morning, light comes in through the curtains. Watching it, are you the kind who thinks of someone? Or the kind who simply watches the light, thinking of nothing?
Five in the morning, light comes in through the curtains. Watching it, are you the kind who thinks of someone? Or the kind who simply watches the light, thinking of nothing?
Seeing the light come through the curtain gap at dawn, I remember the cat that stood outside the window turning to look at me. Those eyes asked nothing.