She sighed at the sight of stuggle ahead
The words laborious and arduous sound marvelous in my head, she said.
But they insinuate something severe and difficult, a life no doubt, you’ll dread.
While the seasons changed, my eyes went black. I just assumed all time would return, all things would turn back.
The fear set in somewhere between giving up my seat and walking down Delancey St.
The whites of my eyes have come through and I see something new.
My feet are walking the same streets but I don’t recognize one familiar beat.
The changing faces give me worry that I will never find replacements for their hearts’ true graces.
I’m uncomfortable with the change, I’m struggling in this range and I want out from under the strange.
With my body and mind restored, in a dream I would soar. It would be so good to see you once more.
First and Ninth 
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