Am I really so glad to be alone in the emptiness of my
days?
The once white Pickett fences now lay in flames as the plastic
melts on to the fake smiles of the fallen few.
That sun won't set today. Instead it will just hang there and
burn away at the insects I've trapped in glass jars just for
you.
As I sing my fragmented song of love to the space where I once
stroked your bruises in the darkness I ask you; can we not return to the run down animal shelter just one last time and listen to the crying dogs calling out through the stale air to be saved?
I know you are no longer here to answer but I’ll try one last
time to breathe life into your cold ridged
heart.
days?
The once white Pickett fences now lay in flames as the plastic
melts on to the fake smiles of the fallen few.
That sun won't set today. Instead it will just hang there and
burn away at the insects I've trapped in glass jars just for
you.
As I sing my fragmented song of love to the space where I once
stroked your bruises in the darkness I ask you; can we not return to the run down animal shelter just one last time and listen to the crying dogs calling out through the stale air to be saved?
I know you are no longer here to answer but I’ll try one last
time to breathe life into your cold ridged
heart.