radiating towards us, orange waves of warmth <br /> In a room no bigger than a car, just enough room for a bed <br />you whispered "one day" onto my back <br /> <br />Gently moving towards us, an invisible stream of cool <br />In a room no bigger than two cars, enough room for a bed, and a desk <br />you whispered "one day" onto my back <br /> <br />The innocence of an open window, choosing when to cool us down <br />In a room we decorated ourselves, evenly spaced picture frames <br />You whispered "one day" on my back <br /> <br />Consistently humming towards us, a frosty breath of ice <br />in a room no bigger than a house, plenty of furniture and pictures framed of "us" <br />you whispered "today" on my back <br /> <br /> occasionally blowing towards me, oscillating in a corner <br />in a room with a single bed, clothes dead across on the floor <br />you don't whisper anything, you are, at best a reminder not to trust<br /><br />Geof Lusins<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-secrets-you-wrote-on-my-back/
