i’m chasing after you as the pale sun
falls back into the gloom
shadows of your silhouette
now left inside a vacant room

these dim low lights reflect off of my bedroom wall,
where you still hang.
i’m painting detailed pictures of you
in my mind, on a hazy day.

i still take care of all your things
that’s what you would have wanted
that’s what I’ll do

you lived like two streets away,
and I would walk with you to school every day.
we spent the summers suffering through
but it was fine, I got to talk to you.