“the moonlight frozen
written, on the wall
filtered, through the bathroom window
on an angle
noticeable now
when someone is gone”

notes… we get used to things, we surely do, the routine, I am the same, I frame things in the familiar, perhaps our minds work that way, they probably do, we compare and contrast constantly, we size things up, and when things change the change can manifest in so many ways, some we notice, some are subtle