I'm  sweltering
Suffocating.
Everyone's here
Howling, muttering
Just a collage of voices
I don't care about.
I should
But I can't bring myself to.
I walk outside
The sun burns and I can still hear everything so clearly.
The moon comes out.
Mute.
I see her
Under a streetlight
Leaning, metal on leather.
I can breathe.
I don't need to listen or talk
She understands
And we leave
At last, at least
That's what I think it would feel like.
For now
I'm still suffocating.