PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

there are books

it does not make sense

to read at home

I would not (always)

say I love them

they are just…

still here

they tremble in my ears

or in my hands

by the window of

planes and trains and

I am a different person

when I arrive home

my atoms rearranged

to fit the new syllables

I can tell

I will be even more different

tomorrow