from the end of the road it's so easy to see.
standing a mile away I could feel it wasting,
slipping through my hands, violently free.
rattling through the wind
a common, unsettling noise,
like that of the day stopping, suddenly.
I didn't know,
I didn't see,
but I could hear it rattling,
I could hear the day waiting.
my keys bent at the lock.
so I stood under the cover until the light burned out.
I waited for morning,
for a new day to remind me...
it's okay to walk through the rain alone,
to move through the streets clean and easy.
image: Skeleton Key