strangers

i,

a story

you don't have time

for,

standing in your face,

an invisible space

in a familiar place,

ask silent questions

about love and hate.

you,

rushing by,

thinking of the past

and jumping ahead,

run yourself into

a puddle,

out of the water,

swimming in air,

your arms pushing.

i,

watching,

standing,

clenching my teeth.

it's cold.

i don't have

my skin

my brain.

i traded both

for a candy cane.

i am not

insane, but

you

are.

you are insane.

you are running

on a train,

with no one

to blame.

not her,

not her,

because you keep

in your pockets

handfuls of rain.

i

inhale,

and hear your feet

slamming down

on the ground

in haste

in anger

with the force

and observe

the sky in your eyes

fall,

fall.

you,

crying

with your lips,

open

and slanted,

one corner twisted

in a swirl

of super greatness,

like a hero

who is waiting

for the devil

to appear.

i

am here.

i wait

too,

listening

to catch your

raindrops

and paindrops,

and hear

you

swim past

i

blink twice

you

push

i

give

and

memory

forgets.