Wants & Needs Inc.

I draw strokes across
The creased arc of my eyebrows;
Art doesn’t need a brush.

I trace words on the
Wrinkled parchment of my palm;
Stories don’t need ink.

The dog on my bed
Shares its warm silence with me;
Comfort doesn’t need words.

I seek empty roads
To dwell fully on my past;
Memories need space.

I breathe, stop moving
And soak in the winter sun;
Happiness needs time.