Pitch black
Out of the windows
Turning slow to light
Tree branches wave
Wild in the wind
I felt excluded
Set out to be set alone
Unable to soften
Unable to reach you
Intolerably awkward
Disingenuous
How to salvage compassion
Or best to pass on the baton
All of this before
The rains came
And the music played
All of this before
The tea and the toast
And a warm bath
