by poems & doodles

(i’ve noticed. )
your unmanaged locks
curled around your ear,
cupping your lobe,
pressed against your
neck, whispering
some sweet story –
tender, familiar,
       noticeably close(d off).

day by day,
the whispers became
louder and the stories
longer. you struggled
to find the point
but kept on listening,
your hair spiraling,
covering you like
a wall of ivy.

(you’re a)
stranger and
lost in a story
you can’t quite
finish, adrift
in a tale where your
truth is


12/30 Poem Every Day