Oil on Linen

Sore aching pitter patter
Of Flittering heart beats
Chins clumsily knocking chins
And while it seems rude
To bump into someone
At night
For just a few minutes
Sometimes
It's exactly what you need
To get on with that life
That won't stop moving
Just because
You asked for a break.

5/11/2015
Riley Welch