The Past
Sun teases
Warms my shoulders
Burns my skin
But I am at peace
Coffee, black
Journal open
Pusheen pen
My penmanship on point
Watching people
I observe
Don’t interfere
I miss
Those days
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Sun teases
Warms my shoulders
Burns my skin
But I am at peace
Coffee, black
Journal open
Pusheen pen
My penmanship on point
Watching people
I observe
Don’t interfere
I miss
Those days