phone face down

Curtains breathe In and out Dust in the slow Golden drift Drink on the table Still warm, face down Out of reach I'm just here Doing nothing Letting all the edges Fade and blur Soft green afternoons Drifting through the room And I remember how to breathe again Window wide On the floor Things on the wall Then they fade Coffee rings and little plans Left behind In the quiet street noise Sifts through like a dream And I let the city pass me by I'm just here Doing nothing Letting all the edges Fade and blur Soft green afternoons Drifting through the room And I remember how to breathe again