Shadows

As he lays next to me, my head in his arms, his hands stroking my ego- I mean my hair, I can't pinpoint my thoughts to any tangible thing. I'm staring at the walls, watching the shadows move, wondering where the cars that are making the lights bounce are headed to. Are they on their way home to their beautiful families? Wait a minute, why am I so distracted? Someone is holding me, holding their breath, waiting for me to acknowledge their presence. So why am I back to focusing on the walls?