The swift rush of the restaurant door gushing with wind,

Taking steps back, wanting to rescind.

Nervousness shakes my body and mind,

As we leave the place where we dined.

I wish I was nowhere, no one, nothing,

Our date and conversation having no ring.

Years we have been together, but it feels all glum,

Is this how it feels to be with someone for a sum?

Not just my awkwardness but up in the sky,

Is raindrops and water standing by.

She said, "Let's go right now to avoid being soaked,"

Walking out the frame and wearing our coats, cloaked.

But water is shielded with umbrella in my hand,

The circumference of what I hold protecting where we stand.

The fabric does not solve the cold,

Both shivering and trembling like I am about to fold.

Silent in speech yet loud with my body, feeling alone,

An unpleasant emotion right down to the bone.

"This is not going the way I envisioned it,"

My time with her feels wasted, do not like it one tiny bit.

"Does she even love me anymore?"

A question ringing right down to the core.

Yet there she is too, crossed arms in a hunch,

Waking me up like a fist for a punch.

How could I be so selfish in my own world,

When she also longs for company, her body all curled.

Polyester and nylon is her protection from the water,

But it's up to me to still say, "I got her."

Arm wrapped around and holding her close,

This is exactly what I longed for the most.

Still quiet and shaking if I made the right choice,

Her actions speak louder than her beautiful voice.

Arm wrapped around me in a sweet embrace,

Head tilted right and an intimate space.

In this alone my questions have answers,

My emotions running wild like a group of dancers.

Our uncertainty if we were still each other's lover,

All broken down with a hug like no other.

"It is better to give than to receive,"

Oh my goodness, I don't ever want to leave.

We, the people, are sick of this monarchy,

It feels as if we are under an anarchy.

With violent turmoil and political division,

Revolution is our only decision.

We can be strong and bold like the Romans against their enemy,

Fighting back against the authorities is the path to a remedy.

The women and children may hide in fear and weep,

But in the end, success and happiness is what we will reap.

This is our moment, our opportunity, to take a stance,

To unite all the people for a better France.

With our swords in the air and heads up high,

We will fight for a democracy till the day we die.

So if you the people are in complaint and have a grievance,

I want you to recite this pledge of allegiance.

You can help for the good of the people and the well being of our nation,

It is crucial for our children who will lead the next generation.

Let’s take a stand and rebel, because we have a choice,

To either stay quiet or use our voice.

Let’s fight for our right to liberty, equality, and fraternity,

So the prosperity of our nation can last for an eternity.

“Lights, camera, action!”

But why does it feel like I’m losing traction?

Lecture halls, dining rooms, dorms, and a classroom,

This definitely does not feel like I'm attending Zoom.

“This room is being recorded,”

The things in my mind don’t feel all sorted.

Little bursts of energy, raising my hand, talking to friends.

Exhausted. On to the next class.

Walking around the hills and bends.

Feel like I’m running out of gas.

I’ll pass.

Alone is where I like to be,

More energy, more time for me.

Socializing not the home I see,

Alone is where I like to be.

Exhausted cause I cannot press “Leave Meeting,”

The days feel like it keeps repeating.

Fifteen minute commute, hard to find parking.

Walking.

Talking.

Trying to break out of the shell of one word reflection,

How poor my writing selection.

Little bursts of energy, raising my hand, talking to friends.

Exhausted. On to the next class.

Walking around the hills and bends.

Feel like I’m running out of gas.

I’ll pass.

Return journey commute, back to home.

Pet my dog, wash up. Rest.

In my room, clicking Google Chrome.

Time to study for my next test.

Why do I feel alive when alone is what I love now,

The screen in front of me, I never made a vow.

Staying inside, a shell like a turtle,

This lifestyle starts to make my blood curdle.

Another day, another morning, praying it’s not mundane,

At what point will I go insane?

Asking, “What if, could I, would I, should I, did I…?,

Change into someone else and kiss my old self, “Goodbye?”