Though my thoughts have never crossed here

Though my thoughts have never crossed here,
And still stand anxiously awaiting the signal,
I know that this is the night that they will.

Tonight is the night where
I leave my shoes in my room,
Go outside to the warm purple lovely
Of the musky twilight
And let my feet meditate on what
They’ve lost for so long.

I glide over
Grass, shuffle through
Pavement, dance on
Tiles, like a matador.

Tonight is the night where
I give studying the finger
And walk out in a sweatshirt
Watching the leaves swirl into winter
And trying not to notice my own breath
Sneaking into existence in front of me
Like a conversation in the dark.

Tonight is the night where
I am alone and happy to be so,
With my fingers jammed into my pockets
So hard that my entire arm is tensed
As if it were a word that awaits release.

Tonight is the night where
I walk around the
Busy streets I, one day, will
Used to know so well,
And watch the fingers of dawn
Clench gently onto the rooftops

I look at a lone maple,
Silent, insistent upon itself,
I see it, and it sees me.
And for a moment,

One

brief

glistening

everything moment,

I know what it all means.
Who I am, who I have been.

This is the life I lead.
Long journeys for the
Singular moments where
I see the world entire.