some nights fold in on themselves
after too many years and decades
spent emptying oneself for others
like old letters re-opened accusing
from where they'd been laid to rest
found in yellowing files and folders
debris stirring from the shadows
unsettles the window ledge dust
irritating the membranes of scent
as memory floods with questions
tagging along like curious children
squabbling about whose fault it was
that we sit writing with brimming eyes
with the kind of solitary regret and shock
that comes when bodies in a silent house
wander around aimlessly trying to fill time
with their pointless pursuits and blinded eyes
imagining just another hit from some website
will stave off stories of their past they shelved
for nights like this when the spectres return
to bring the bill from aged secrets banished
Jul 24, 2024
Jul 24, 2024 at 6:08 AM UTC
some nights fold in on themselves
after too many years and decades
spent emptying oneself for others
like old letters re-opened accusing
from where they'd been laid to rest
found in yellowing files and folders
debris stirring from the shadows
unsettles the window ledge dust
irritating the membranes of scent
as memory floods with questions
tagging along like curious children
squabbling about whose fault it was
that we sit writing with brimming eyes
with the kind of solitary regret and shock
that comes when bodies in a silent house
wander around aimlessly trying to fill time
with their pointless pursuits and blinded eyes
imagining just another hit from some website
will stave off stories of their past they shelved
for nights like this when the spectres return
to bring the bill from aged secrets banished
