The window is open
Early summer, the air is cool,
but I feel warm
My sweater slips from my shoulders,
a cup of coffee sits by my side,
cold, as always.

The city is winding down
Lights flicker in apartment windows,
little glimpses into lives I’ll never know
A guy sprawled on the floor, shoes still on
Someone curled up with their cat,
Another person just standing by their window,
staring out,
like me
Breathing in the night
Letting it hold them for a second.

It’s weird how we’re all here,
all living separate stories, but sharing this same quiet moment.
Sonder, I guess
That strange little realization
that everyone’s life is as real as mine
That they have their own problems,
their own losses, their own reasons to be awake right now
Some heavier, some lighter
But we all keep moving anyway

The air shifts, brushing against my skin
I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel happy.
Just here.
Just in this moment.

I guess this is goodbye.
To what, I don’t really know.