The Unnecessary Line Of Time
A line that doesn't fit
The Unnecessary Line Of Time
The morning spreads its quiet over streets,
Shadows stretch like fingers along the walls,
I trace the outline of yesterday in the dust,
And the cat still refuses to speak.
Windows flicker with memories not mine,
The clock counts seconds that have no weight,
I open doors I never meant to find,
And the cat still refuses to speak.
A letter lies unopened on the table,
Its edges curling like the edges of my thoughts,
I remember the sound of rain in another city,
And the cat still refuses to speak.
Time folds back on itself, unreadable,
Steps echo softly in the hallways of sleep,
A door slams somewhere I cannot see,
maybe my mind closing the open door.
About the Creator
George’s Girl 2026
I've been writing poetry since the age of 10. With pen in hand, I wander the realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture you ❤️#Marie381UkWrites
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Comments (3)
Careful of the cat
Damn cat! 😁😁
And now, I am afraid of what the cat may say, once it decides to speak... :)