Because we have the same career.
I travel for mine.
You disappear for yours.
UI/UX.
an itinerant writer by day.
and a lost poet by sleepy night.
You dance.
and I dance.
We hold time in past tense.
The humor rises from the ground.
I felt you near.
Decipher that time travel.
KJ, I like your eyes.
still, I wait, for the evil seas to pass.
to be with you...oh I could.