Candles keep on burning and smoking Birds keep flying and singing And the silver of the black of yesterday’s night Comes out only on pinned on the times I seem to miss carnival rides of ecstasy And stuffed bears with little orange bows And ring tosses that lack aim and ring and tosses; Just throws While the rooftop I now sit on In the final times of empty streets That smell like stale popcorn And paint from fresh vandalism Will not take me back Refuse to take me back To school-less days And fresh air that hinted purple dreams Open oceans echoing full laughter Wild hair, barbeques Raw stories Energy / Love / Energy Even the floral print on my leggings Is turning white In fear of loose memories not sewed on yet And a silver-less night of tomorrow Maybe red will be the next best thing