The Bedroom

The night is still on a July Thursday

Trying to write with not much to say

Channel NYC drive is on the TV

Traffic and city lights glow from what I can see

Fascinated by smoke from the burning incense

Creating shapes moving around in the distance

A room that’s filled with past, present, and color

Each aspect having its own traveler

Changing pace as time goes

Emotions left behind while the room froze

Locking in every memory and experience

Holding on to purpose and its unique essence

The incense can no longer burn

Another moment must take its turn

Remember the smoky fragrance

Still lingering in my absence