My heart is stranded, an empty parking lot
and a flickering light, while
your eyes say a leaving I know I won’t survive
There are places where everything changes; others
where everything stops
finding the difference
is critical
We met in a summer classroom
weeks behind, wondering
where the teachers had gone
Our footsteps echoing
Right place, wrong time
Right wrong, place time
Or was it the other way around?
I leave you these things that are inessential
A heart, a memory, a playground at night
I am lighter, drifting
floating away
like dandelion seeds in the breeze
I am. So. Behind. I got sick and it just sapped all the strength and creativity out of me. I was just trying to Not Die From The Cold Of Death so anything above basic survival was noooot gonna happen.
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