captured

so say this is how the Sunday evening begins

pitter-pattered went the rain

I love how ventilated this old house is

we breathed together



perhaps you are nothing more than a canvas

for me to paint my imagination of romance

all that I've collected and subscribed


yet you're still just

a canvas

to my single-sided fondness




all I did was

kneading my reasons into logic

albeit
nobody needed to care

this space is captured for me and you

and your black dogs




I tried breathing in the same rhythm as you did

- self explanatory

and your white strands out growing your emotional intelligence

makes me wonder how this came into place

as I watch you sleep

soundlessly





Happy birthday