Spaces – Mind Talk

Around the spaces I hear his breathing.

Beyond the rushing crowd I feel his warmth.

He’s far yet I know he’s near.

Somehow I live without being noticed, I believed, yet somehow I know someone is watching.

I take another step and it reverberated like inside a cave and it seems to me that it’s heard.

I smell his sweat, he’s coming after me

so I get stuck for a moment waiting for that hand to grip my wrist yet again,

it is only silence and strangers I witnessed when I came to my senses.

I flash a smile thinking he might see it for I whisper to myself – he’ll come when the time is right.

So until then, I still believe, someone is coming.

He’s near and far, vigilant and staring,

so if he may, I want him to know…

I am waiting.

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