finding it easy.

going back to yourself,
going back to a seven year old familiarity.
I am strangeness now.
to you.
perhaps.
perhaps.
you're still warm to me.
embrace like pillows during rainshowers
aniseed kisses everytime,
and the beauty
of old frayed sneakers

is making the terrible truth
of being in gray buildings
with windows that never open;
for any wind
to let you feel the reality
of things that we can not see,

more colder.