it's that time

flying into your window

seeing my shadow and hearing

the sound of a soul trying to connect

with the depth and tears of a vulnerable

soul that has been starving within a cloud of fog

dearly beloved and missunderstood

reasons why cars pass side by side

and yet windows never come down

stare into the day light and breeze dances

softly like butterflys tapping a window

did you hear what you use to fear?