.the day begins inside cloud

The day begins inside cloud
with a step off the integrate,
fellow students cross the street
and veer their separate ways,
choreographed by the sun.

What a beautiful opaque day
the leaves are falling, they
create colourful impressions
on the stone walkway
as to never be forgotten.

I wash my own hands
in the lavatory of the building,
the water is warm; lucid
and forms ripples, dancing
to the hot breath of the dryer.

I stand, and wait to be known
i have yet to hear my name,
on this forgetful autumn day,
in this building where i've
begun to grow older--more fond of.

I breathe on the frosted glass
of the building, and press
my finger to the surface,
on it i scribe myself and
the memories around me
before another year goes by.

I sit in the chair across the table
watching my vision of the campus
fade forgotten into a tiny heart,
as i am reminded of who i am
when your greeting meets my ear.