If I close my eyes
strain my ears
draw my brow together

I can just about
hear the faint
echo of forever

As it dips and swirls
through the fog
gliding up to greet me 

I return its gaze
with a nod
giving in completely

I can see you
are wary
Though the terror is no longer
scary
but a fixture
ever present
in the rooms
of our days

and it looms
and it stays
and it bobs
and it sways
to the tune of
clichés
that we share because there’s
nothing left to
do

I feel it too

I can see you

Frozen exhalations
under the glare of a deceptive sun
Fingers numb
and fumbling with frigid keys
On the trees
frost clings picturesque from the storm
And I’m not sure warm
is something that
I’ll ever feel
again.

The first drip of consciousness
a syrupy awareness
that rolls through your body
and leaves you wanting more

The second that you notice
the sunlight from the curtains
that swirls through the stale air
and plays along the floor

The third shot of espresso
a jittery essential
that carries you onward
and lets you face the day

And all for what purpose?
A fleeting sense of impact?
The flickers of connections
before they fade away?

What are we chasing?
What are we escaping?

Who are we kidding?