Inhaling Evenings

The Paper Kites idly playing in the background

fresh, floral air to inhale – and to exhale

but I wish it never ended

it was so still and so quiet

I could hear your pulse

the evening was full of pointlessness:

pointless people pointless chatter pointless ideas

and yet I wanted to stay awake

to stay

no you wanted to stay

scents gripped the air tightly

and the night went on by

The Paper Kites album continued on

in high hopes of making you dance

but it lulled you to sleep instead.

 

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