We keep to ourselves
not because we're angry
It's just we are not consumed by
the same things
as others
There is nothing wrong with not wanting to be around people sometimes
Because when our eyes meet
on some street
We don't have to say anything
And this is enough
to make me feel sane
and want to see tomorrow

She wears me in the morning
like the second skin of Summer
where the sunlight's precious moments
are beginning to deliver,
the first rays of second chances for
the days that went before her
and she wears me into Winter,
where the warmth of her
protects me
but the mornings of the
Summer are
the best.