I can feel you everywhere.

but there is no specific who.

Found a widows home in willow creek

she sleeps alone, and weeps in dreams

of web tangled in her teeth.

I am forgotten in the floor boards

bound to be lurking at your warm feet.

Watch the way you speak of me.

In the loft in the evenings

sun flares in Octobers window

revoke around now before the feeling leaves.

I wanted to grow on you and be moss in the morning.

By noon I'd be the arms that hang over your balcony

and we always hang out whether we like it or not.