When I walk in just to see him
And he brushes past without a glance.
The rain is light but the clouds are gloomy.
My sweater is damp and my jeans are stiff
from the wet and cold.
My eyelids flutter sleepily but they do
not droop. I follow myself outside,
I follow myself inside. It's half
past midnight. It's always half
past midnight with him.
When drowsiness takes control.
9/12/2014
