I hear the soft footsteps
on the surface of my heart
and feel the sigh of your whisper
in the fabric of my soul
How long has it been?
I’ve stopped counting the days and weeks
or months and years. Why bother,
when I cycle my hours into days and nights
faking sleep and smiles in circadian rhythm.
This much I know, that when you
step into my thoughts, and I imagine you
gazing at me, my heart smiles, and when you
whisper my name, I tremble~
©ZSA May 19th 2014.