It ends:
The resounding sounds bounce
Down the halls,
Bound to a place you can't call home.
Echoes of your lost hellos
Live within those walls,
And between them we slept through
The afternoon.
Between them was all I knew of you,
And between them we kissed
In and empty room,
The ghost of my everything
Seeping through
The open door,
The cracks in the floor,
And so it ends before
It begins.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 7:51 PM UTC
It ends:
The resounding sounds bounce
Down the halls,
Bound to a place you can't call home.
Echoes of your lost hellos
Live within those walls,
And between them we slept through
The afternoon.
Between them was all I knew of you,
And between them we kissed
In and empty room,
The ghost of my everything
Seeping through
The open door,
The cracks in the floor,
And so it ends before
It begins.
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