blooming

the clouds and gray come in and block the sun when you are not looking.

come in

you only notice when its gone - the light- and only remember when it's bright again.

the voice that brings me here is my own and hers that is so much like mine.
when i'm alone and lonely it is that that brings me back to the light
that i can turn on with a switch
if i want to.

i forget and i remember so easily it comes sometimes, so easily that it is effortless and the other times it is too hard my fingers don't work or my hand made up of them.

but it is time. time for me to get dressed and do my hair get it out of my face put on my jacket and walk out into the rain and the wind to the subway, to people that are awake in their own thoughts, awake to what they are feeling and to them i am a stanger whose face they can read only if i look them in the eye.