nicholas olah

“Footnote” 

hard sideways rain—

the city braces against itself. 

i hear your voice 

cracking in the cold 

corner of my mind,

see your shape in the clouds. 

in a few days

this storm will be spoken of 

         in the past tense. we will go on with our lives. 

         (the world, a hamster wheel. the world, a burning match.)

we will go on with living as a forgotten

    footnote— 

something lost to the flame

forever stuck in the past tense.