as the weeks
go by
i
wonder
where all the
writing
went
we
had a groove,
a thought
pattern
etched in
pixels
i only hope
the trip is
not too
far
as we enter
into
another pattern
one
of silence
etched
in light.
i visit
now and
again. waiting
patiently because
i have learned the skill, to
read the words that spun my thoughts
in directions we can only go in
when the mind entangles with another
