Home

Cold

Pavement beneath my feet. 

Eyes wide open, 

Holding onto the night. 

A distant sun, 

Scarce clouds illuminated 

In beautiful orange hues.

Mind drifting to a warm front porch. 

Fumbling with the keys in my hand. 

Routine. Boredom. 

Finding myself again 

As my toes touch the carpet. 

Breathing in the warmth of home, 

Only to leave again.-