I have to pace my steps

gasping for air
acting all normal

I get up
hat, mittens, coat
- It was a good movie.

out the door
across the street
-Hope there's one soon.

sliding doors
plastic seats
- We're there already.

up the granite steps
look at the timetable
- Oh good, I'll just make it.

the regular seat
face freezing from the minus degrees
-
I look at the seat in front of me
they're all the same
blue, fabric worn all shiny
torn and dirty
and
I wish to hang my head
against the seat in front of me

Is it my turn now?
Is it time?

nothing comes out, not a tear
Too much?
Too soon?

there's the stop
ring the bell
- Where's my key.

and then the heavens send me snow
and I breathe out