Repetition

7th September 2009

I be hearing endless squeaks, As the warmth rides up my shoulder, And the quiet faces no longer feel the need to Chatter to each other. I picture slow dawns and rabid sunlight as My fingers race their way across a hundred commands; I begin to count my blessings in the form of Small rectangles and squares. A set of six lights of several familiar shapes Greet me, Like a small set of eyes on an extra-terrestial, And solemnly, I touch the tips of my fingers to one. I watch the lights fade in and out, Feeling my feet curl in, And nothing worries me more than the feeling I hold and bear within.

I realise I forgot to bring what captures Pieces of life, I forget the moments and little things that I was supposed to recall, But one thing I do remember is that each and every day There is something I must do, without fail.

As the soles of my shoes squeak terribly - I feel lucky, and bid the young woman thanks, Though quietly, not noticeably, As I see the feet walk by the window; Feeling hidden away.