seeing through things
it’s sunday evening and I’m starting
to see through things
much like I did when I was child
it’s cool and clear and the open air
is filled with electricity
rifling through my quiet complexity
I’ve kept to myself throughout this day
yet I’ve been everywhere
picking and choosing points in between
though there’s nobody remotely near
I can feel your company
your eyes penetrating right through me
october two thousand nineteen
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This is a little spooky. But, it looks like the poet feels the presence of a loved one
yes, that is how I see it too, thank you for commenting