Nap Time

I found my lost blanket,

the one that covered inside my ears,

a soft twist of cotton threads,

while I sucked on my fingers,

the middle, and ring,

closed my eyes and purred.

I called it nap time.

 

“I love to sing and drive,”

she said.

“Especially at night.

At the top of my lungs.”

Me too! I remember Finch,

What it is to Burn,

the stars and highway lights,

the bridges and the engine,

five years ago, in three months,

and fell fast, for her,

comfort, between windows.

Finally! Someone…

No, don’t rush this.

 

So I smiled, and waved,

nice and polite.

Respectful, too.

Like I promised her I would.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

Very creative, visual and beautiful piece
I enjoyed this very much
Nice work
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[Molly D]

i'm speechless. that was amazing, and i'm always surprised when i read something so personal to someone else that i've experienced too. i love that Finch song to this day. you're great, that was great. i loved it.