The world needs more hand-written love letters
and people holding hands,
and each other.
The world needs unwakeable dreamers
peering over their lip-mounted cafe au laits,
inhaling the nostalgia of quivering edge-curled
The air is filled with the scent of those words.
ah.. if i could trade places with an empty chair beside you
I’d certainly have a more accurate sense than this “waiting room”