A few words that echo, the only smile with glistening teeth, the uncovered yawn and the sweaty forehead.
The cusp of the tissue, the rear-view mirror, miles marched or really?
Sleep deprived eyes, liked unlike, stalk and sulk, look around and then move rear.
A song of love, an always after all, the dry monsoon and the clock that did halt.
Interrogates the mirror, an unanswered self, then picks up a pen and sulks a little more.