Spring

Finally my idea of spring is met with its reality and I now I’m standing at the edge of this park trying to remember the last time it felt like this. We were trained to muffle the sounds that come with asking for things like lighter skies and warm air laced with a breeze. Still you might get what you’ve been asking for, even if the request was made between you and you. And why does my panic set in when things begin to feel good again. I’ve lost track of my steps but I can tell I’ve made progress because my feet are swollen and my eyes are open and my phone is buried at the bottom of my bag. There are only a few tears forming the kind that come with potent air not the other kind. And at least I’m not cradling my 6s like my unborn child and at least I’m not packed into a crowded train sweating through my favorite shirt and at least I can listen to this song without hearing you.