I sat at the corner,
always the corner never the centre-
by the window, along the side
where the snow melts,
sun shines, and rain pours-
all the seasons of the climate
I witness, of all the
human emotions were harsh and fragile,
snow made my tears thick,
rain made my tears down,
summer made my eye close,

but grieving over a stranger
but a human, tied by this soul
very specifically.

how many...