You carried a sack of feathers over your shoulder when I met you. One by one I stitched them back and then I took you out and flung you to the wind. You circled a few times before you disappeared and I when I turned to go I found you walking at my side.
The screen against my hand is cold to the touch Not much at all Like the heat that simmers Beneath the surface Of a smartphone There is a universe In the palm of your hand.
You observe and I do I watch and you act twins souls on opposite sides of the coin cause and effect act and react rats on a race wheel until we get off and embrace