If it's no problem,
please join me.
There's a city outside in the rain.
In the side of an archive coffee shop,
I saw you reading, leaning
-- more like pressing the world away
-- fully removed.

After the shop closed three years later
the weather changed. In the dry dust
the sun burned on the blacked out window,
your face curved more like the sword,
less like the first observed orange light
of hope on the edge of West horizons.
Where are you but in the glass?
But in the mud puddle's flipped throwback?

Stop pretending you care
You don't
You never did
Even If I care for you
Your eyes will tell
how dumb I am
Caring for the person
who doesn't even care
for me.

The thing is

I don't care
I do not care if my care
is not given back
I don't care if I'm the only
one who cares
I don't care

Because caring
Is for the brave
yet you are weak
and I still care for you

When fire gets burned,
the ocean gets drowned,
wind gets blown,
and the house gets home

When water is dehydrated,
the sun is heated,
moonlight is reflected,
and the night is blindfolded

When tears are gone crying,
the winter feels freezing,
smiles are now smiling,
and the hurt is gone hurting

When pain does feel pain,
the trust breaks trust,
love learns to love,
and fear is afraid

When future is in the past,
the time is not so fast,
first will be the last
you and me, us

You're in my world of wondering wonder