This is the leaving season
Emergency vehicles
heading in opposite directions
for different reasons

The middle of my cigarette
was the end of one man's life
Cut lines and a dropped call
The rise in the black top
and the places she never called home

A girl skips on the sidewalk
Oranges fall from the market
Small obstacles in the path
of strong legs moved by imagination

Fantasies of what normal feels like
Routines of a year ago forgotten
Did I drink coffee in the morning?
Did I always wake up in pain?
Are him and I the same?

Last night I felt it
something was coming
Something awful
Or even worse
nothing at all