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Image credits – Kavita

Hidden from the
blank stares of common eyes

in the autumnal rustle
of percussive willows

I hear footfalls
curtaining everything
that walked
before or after

The raised hair
at the nape of my neck
– just like when you rolled over
to whisper my name in my ear –

scream to me it’s you

Maybe it’s a dream
– or maybe not –

But I don’t want to find out
I like the standing hair
I like my name whispered in my ear
I like the sound of your name in the leaves

**Written for day 3 of NaPoWriMo… And now it’s just 27 days to go 🙂 **