The day is grey
but the clouds carry anticipation
in the breaths between raindrops
instead of their usual gloom.

You taste like coffee and unanswered questions
and there’s a prologue
on your tongue.

I am cloaked in caution and quiet
lingering
at the edge of eyes
the color of shape-shifting silhouettes,
wondering
if I should leap.

—  Kristen Costello