February 8, 2022


i watched the rain
collect on the trim of the taxi window
not cold enough for snow
but much too brittle to enjoy
and somehow, you warmed the moments
all smiles and big city energy
ready for the view
like i’m ready for you
to find me
under the cloud cover
to tell me
maybe it will be ok”
to see me
as i am
and still
stand beside me

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