grief isn't a feeling, it's a neighborhood -
it's where everyone i love still lives, where i stood
on dreary summer nights,
watching the lights
of fireflies dance in the street.
and hopefully the others will be able to meet
the expectations to grow up and move along,
but whether or not they're strong
enough to doesn't matter.
between leaving those godforsaken driveways behind
or staying to ease their troubled minds,
i know they would take the latter,
but it still hurts.
people wonder if i know
the way those brick walls can seal you in,
and i do, but even though
those houses built with tears can be brooding,
you have to understand that they're only alluding
to something better.
together,
i think they can make it.