Rainy Day Thoughts, 2
~ Jagrav ~
Iced tea in a steel glass. A book kept on the table
never to be touched. Change stuffed into a pocket.
The smell of freshly steamed momos. Silent moments
of waiting. Shuffling through the pictures from the past.
So many stories. The readiness of telling them all.
Forgetting the punch line. Knowing too much and too
little at the same time. Them caring and denying it.
If a person could be called ethereal, it would be them.
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