I wish there was someone
to tell things to
without any hint of
judgment or questions
just plain talking
conversing
words flowing
like a bathtub faucet
left running
and running
for hours on end
until water jumps over the tub
and down to the cold bathroom floor.
And it seeps out under the door
silently streaming out picking dusts
on its way but still going on anyway.
©jln.
