Petrichor

The rain trickles down a footpath of the window, choosing its way like a train in the station.

Petrichor clings to me as it does all around not wanting to let go of the green grass that surrounds.

The clinging, the longing to never let go, it reminds me of someone I very well know.

To be truthful and honest which I believe is the key; that person I remember being is me.

I worry that others will leave me behind, forget me and disrespect me and waste my time but it’s not up to me how they pretend isn’t the key

The only thing I need to do is make sure that I am true to who I want to be making sure that person is me

But it doesn’t come easily it makes me want to break free from all this worrying and tensing it isn’t kind it’s time focus on the present before it's behind