Intermission... Poem by Lucas Akkadian

It's Thursday morning, pouring rain and all the shops are closed.
This quiet city's under a tornado warning,
and a little coffee shop on the corner
was the only place I could find that
offered a break from the chaos.

In more than one way
this place may have literally
saved my life.

The air was almost as vacant as
a church on monday morning,
and I imagined I'd missed
bohemian night by a single fraying thread.
But I took my cup of black hazelnut
and stole away to the loft.

So now I'm alone in a nook of this place so obscure and
looking down on all the silence as some skinny girl at the bar,
with flowing black hair and a lip ring
makes small talk with the male barista.
I'm trying to focus on scrawling down some self important
introspection on rough grained paper knapkins,
but all I can think about is the rain outside the window
and how it reminds me of the rainy day when I kissed Lilly
on the waterlogged paint chips of a peeling bench
and held her close by the waistband of her jeans
behind the church
and she told me she didn't like her eyes
and all I wanted to do was collapse into her humid hair and
savor the scent of her skin.

I just can't figure out why on rainy days like these I just keep
falling back into her hair and straight back into that solitary moment
Like a curse that only she can break.

And it makes me wonder, if maybe we're all just trapped by our
most perfect moments, unable to move on,
or to engage in life completely.
just biding our time until the next moment comes
when we can feel alive again, be it through death, or shining revival.
If we're all just biding our time, to find it never comes.