she dresses in all black like
someone died but she loves her grandmother. 
i obsess over the fact her eyes are 
the same color as her's but 
the reality is her earlobes are pierced
and her childhood wasn't the same as mine. 
she kisses her mother and father goodnight
and takes off the makeup that she thought would make her
look better. i need you here in the late 
hours of the night where all my mind thinks of is you. 
come by for a little and please 
allow me to hear your stories. i want to hear about
your grandmother. i want to hear you.