(it's been hard for me to write lately)

the coldest days are over.

the air was cool today,
not biting but smooth,
the kind of cold that makes you feel dreamy
in a bus with all the windows open
with your feet dangling and your eyes closed.

it's not uncomfortable but it's not spring yet either,
but we made it through the difficult days,
we made it past december.
i don't think you even know i'm watching you.

i want it to be the kind of air you can sleep in
outside on a blanket, in a tank top is all.
you will sleep like you've never slept before
in real real air. in oxygen.

and the clouds make it cool blue
as i fade in and out of dreamland
and our elbows touch sometimes
but i'm asleep

when i can't feel the weather anymore,
that's when i'll really smile.