i stop dead in my tracks
cool droplets run down my face
if they're tears or rain,
i couldn't tell you
the harsh light of a beat up sedan
pierces through the foggy air
penetrates the layers of pollution
mostly hurts my eyes
i saw a lost young man,
he seemed distant and afraid
he got out of his car
and tapped my shoulder
my faded hoodie,
once a bright turquoise,
was now a patchy green color
he didn't seem to notice
he asked if i was ok
my response was blunt
sharp and to the point
"i've lost everything,
everything being my sanity
my emotions
my bonds
i feel nothing, "
i saw his interested look
not a hint of concern
"so i left
i stepped into the storm
i walked along the concrete
until it turned to gravel.
then you stopped
and now i'm here"
