Evanescent

Dear Stranger,
Do you ever see me like I see you?
Walking down the street?
Standing with your friends?
Staring at the clouds?

Dear Stranger,
Do you ever hear me like I hear you?
Yelling loudly for attention?
Exhaling the cigarette smoke from between your lips?
Judging silently others as they pass?

Dear Stranger,
Do you ever smell me the way I smell you?
Fresh roses from the garden?
Sweat from frustration?
Chemicals your drench yourself with?

Dear Stanger,
Do you ever feel me the way I feel you?
Loose and worn from the years you’ve lived?
Smooth and firm from the years to come?
Small pulses from the years you haven’t?

Dear Stranger,
Do you I intrigue you the way you intrigue me?

I negatively self reflect more than I should.

I hate getting out of bed when my room is freezing.