Before.

The Past
is strange
in that
Yesterday
and
Ten Years
Twenty Years
are all
equally
gone

Forever

and
can all still
weigh
the same.
 

I'm feeling tonight
and sometimes

I don't know why.

But I know it's not because of tomorrow.

Float

I open the door to my balcony
and the bright cold air
gathers prickles and bumps
to my skin
I grin
and my chin lifts
as the balloon people
float by.

I think;

You know what..
even if I'm invisible to them
solitary...
there is joy
in this moment.

The day starts.

Everyone moves on.