I find refuge in a hidden alleyway, an alcove whose brick is damp, but warm as I slide down it to cradle my knees. When will it get better? My eyes squeeze shut like it might help somehow. 
Tap. 
Tap. 
It's such a light sound. Snow bouncing off my down jacket. I close my eyes again. 
Tap. 
Tap. 
...Tap. 

This time the soft drumming marks one of my shoulders, with more strength. It's a human finger. 
"Hey," the voice calls. How didn't I hear them approach? So focused on the snow, I guess. "You alright?"
"Yes, thanks." 
The stranger curls his lips into a smirk, one that doesn't believe me. To my surprise, he pushes his back to the wall and slides down, just like I did. The snow paints brightness in his dark strands while the sky draws his almond eyes upward. It's like they're in a convo I wasn't invited to.
Swish swish swish. Swish swish swish. He rubs his gloves together and exhales a big puff of steam. "Nothing beats sitting in an alleyway at 11pm on a Tuesday night, huh?"
"I didn't tell you to join me."
A short burst of steam. A laugh. 

- m.j.m

and I guess you'll never be mine
you'll belong to all the other eyes
that you meet on the street
while you're holding my hand.


- m.j.m

you, the dream,
the dream I dream.
was it ever reality?

december haze
oh, I held you again in a dream,
and the world sighed
because, for once, 
comfort breathed
where snarling lived.
grayscale
painted with color. 

you are the dream,
the dream I dream.
and i danced with 
a devil, and it
tarnished our world. 

- m.j.m