I exhale at day’s end

Causing small whirlwinds that dust-up around me

As I walk by

They leave behind trails of suggestion

Invisible, but just enough of a scent to turn heads


As I lay down to sleep

I am still not alone

I close my eyes

And before I find sleep

I pray that tomorrow

I will begin anew


Originally posted June 15, 2015


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