J_Kramer

I balance on the ledge of my window, up 31 floors, back pressed firmly against the side. 

Sometimes, I will look below, and watch. 

And sometimes, it helps. 

The fluttering leaves that were once so lush and green and captivating and sang in the breeze,

Now, they are gold,

Wispy flakes nestled in among the reds and oranges,

It's here, prepared or not – 

A single flower. 

Dozens of breathtaking, intricate pink-orange petals reach for the sun. 

Newly bloomed, plump seeds, crisp leaves, overflowing with rich chlorophyll  

I am tired. 

If I have to come up with one more answer, I might never speak again.

If only I could relax,

taste the salt of the sea and the warmth of the sun against my neck

You laugh

It’s a little thing, but you made that smile for me 

and for now I am glad

to sit here and endure this boredom

Because you’re here too

and I’ve never felt anything like this before

Looking in the mirror, I am awakening. Have I always needed so much makeup to conceal my eye bags? I am in a haze, and I am off to work, and it is too early in the morning.