the elephants stand woven from weeds four have been chosen forced to leave their great migration.
I keep them company Rooted in one spot It seems I am waiting for you It’s a small city so I’m sure You’re just around the corner
The sun has shone and hid Multiple times between clouds Fluffy and stark white against An endless Texas blue sky Your hat nowhere to be seen Bobbing through the park I’ve begun to lose hope.
Good days Bad days The line is thin Emotions have dried There eating You within.
Let me back in I’ve done nothing wrong Let me back in It’s where I belong.
I’ll sit on the floor Outside your door A week A month Even a year Your worth The fight I love you My dear.
Why you are like this I do not know Your sunshine is there Please let it glow. Let me back in I’ve done nothing wrong Let me back in It’s where I belong.
“I really like you” I say Sheepish grin stealing away On my face, only illuminated By the streetlights and other passing cars “Thank you” he says, grinning back “I like you too”
he didn’t simply hold my hand instead he cradled it between both of his as if I was made to be handled with care. I didn’t dare tell him I’ve been broken so many times It’s too late to be gentle
My grief turned twenty-one years old So I took it out with me, ordered enough drinks for two and ended my night telling her gravestone I really needed her to just come back to me.