Beige

i want to be thin
and
transparent

a ghost roaming in your
memory

the warm ocean breeze
is the tranquility
brushing your soft
hair from your
shoulder

these days are
counted
with grace
to a toll
of calm
and respective
peace

i am sure
the war
will
soon
find us
both
and
the humming
train
will again
roar on the tracks

i feel so at
home out there

and

i don't

miss you at all