Elucidating Questions

Every night I stand on this corner.

Stalling.

Stalling.

Not wanting to go to the next if it means more and more of this.

Waiting for nothing, inhaling exhaling.

If they are out I stand under and talk up as if they listen.

Imminence is a feeling,

The pain is a feeling.

The sky cries as if it heard.

Just a bit of rain.

This pain hasn’t gone for a while

If I had better words for a fact I can’t remember

I can’t remember

Fun.

Home.

Family.

Or love.

Not from the here.

The rains keeps falling,

Because I don’t want to go back and I can’t find my way alone.