i am hopeless and you are hopeless and together we have hope
we are lying on the carpet in the living room
dust motes moil and rumble in idle waves-
lit by the warm orange beams of the low winter sun
dust is hair and skin and everything that is lost
i have been falling apart for some time.
Laura Taylor
Thu 5th May 2016 11:30
Moil. Mmmm. Moil. Thanks for new word :D
Great last line - so clever.