The morning outside the window
Changes into whatever color
I want
Today's weather is a little more perfect than yesterday
A path lighting up beneath my feet
The sky folding above my head
Among hundreds of faces
I pass by at my own pace
The elevator stops at the same floor again today
No one called my name
The door code is still the same
And your cup is still in the sink
Even without turning on the lights
I know where you are
I follow the slow breath crossing the room when
I let go, one by one, of the pace