Late at night
Under the comfort of the fall air
I would sit on the roof
Watching the stars in the sky
As the smell of the different seasons
Comforts me
With the same music as all those years ago
Being played through the same beat-up headphones
Gifted to me by my great-grandmother
Who died almost seven years ago
And as I sit here I think about her
And what fall does to me
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i still search for you in the places i go
hoping to see you; a familiar face once again.
today i walked through the halls expecting to meet you, where you forever stood— but the man i saw wasn’t you;
my final fate– here i stand as the anticipation builds.
all i ever spent my life waiting for
stands still here– emotionless
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
he barks at anyone that nears,
snarling teeth that glow shiny in the afternoon light.
There’s a dog that sits on the end of my street—
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