every day she comes
sits down at the corner table
sips her coffee
and looks forlorn

I want to sit down
next to her
and to I smile at her
to change her expression

but every time I try
I hit the invisible wall
she has erected around herself
so as not to be disturbed

it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe