nothing, everything

when nothing appears
not justice,
not a friend,
not the sun.

you dream, you think
of something

a star, a thought
of the person you last
shared a coffee and cigarettte
with outside in
the rain while your coats
became soaked sponges
absorbing each other's
conversation

so much
that the rain
ceased to exist


the next day,
cold under a bright sun -
coats fluffed and warmed
you walked,
arm in arm
in the park

everything was there