unseasonably warm
I strap into my past
and i try to stand up straight
head like a duchess
sun playing through leaves
that shouldn't be there

inside the phone is ringing
and buzzing
throwing itself on the floor
in a fit
with his insistance
his question
burning deep
unimportant
but very much so

and every step I take
I feel it reverberate
and with every breath
I exhale
he's coming
he's coming
oh god
he's near