Typewriter Series #2880 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Upset at the fact that we never
know, not really,
who is thinking of us as they are
thinking of us, this space
of ignorance, this unspoken
bond.
Are you alone there,
where you think of me,
did you rise early this day,
was it joy that I tasted like,
was it ache?
What of alarm,
what of a gentle nudge
like a shoulder tap, like a
whisper in the ear only audible
to these ears,
“Right now,” in hushed tone,
“you, you, it’s still you,”
breathy and soft,
each time you took up room
in their thoughts.
What of color, what if the world
changed hue, subtly, when
all daydreams bubbling up
like fizz in the imagination
of another were filled with
your face?
A soft grey haze,
and I will know that somewhere,
you and I are dancing
in your dreams.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-