Sun streams in through the window, pale yet cheery
the glass feels warms to the touch, and so does the face when it leans against it
outside a melange of construction, machinery, dust and grey swirl to come and embrace the opaque heat,
a faraway figure squints at you from a distance,
are you the one its looking for?
The metro swishes by, and a string of lights and faces, is the only legacy it leaves behind
the cars on the road are never ending obstacles to your destination,
that one point of solace that feels forever out of reach
the ring of the doorbell makes you skip a heartbeat,
could it be…
a gust of wind throws a blanket of chill over you,
no. it can never be.