That house, worn down by sun and salt rain, was doomed. In a few years,
it would be a hollow replacement, gone from our stale grown-up brains.
But tonight candles would burn bright in our heads and
light would paint across the beautiful walls peeling with old memories:
hiding places for little children in big bodies.
There was no reason to be loud, no more void to fill,
we just stood and looked at our reflections in the window:
They were far, far brighter than we were.
New starust slicks the shingles
On the ancient roof of the shed
Where a couple of souls lie to clean
Their greying teenage bodies.
The streetlight turns off at
Half past ten,
I see someone that I wish I looked like and I hope she is living a perfect life with the right body and doesn’t have to stay up as late as I do in order to feel things and doesn’t even know about me or what I do while I wait for things t
every time the
re is uncertain
ty in my life, i
am extremely
calm, because
i know that w
hen it is resol
ved, i will feel h
appy or sad and
either way, i will
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