As I accidentally wake you,
One crisp autumn
late afternoon,
You smile up at me.
So tenderly.
The fan breeze chilling our faces,
The warmth in our toes intertwined.
The steady hum of your breath,
As you nod off against me.
Our shapes casting behind us
In the sweet glow of the television set.
Outside my window
A trees’ silhouette dances
On the sidewalk.
Like a hitch in space dimensions,
Living a phantom life,
Soon Long forgotten.
The memory of shadow.