I plan for the future and you stay where you are
When the summer comes we
will open all the windows
even after all the bugs have been let in.
The creaking floorboards will be like music
when you will try to walk without making a sound.
Our curtains bleached bone death white by the sun,
your reflection bending in the heat.
I see ghosts best in the summer light.
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
I plan for the future and you stay where you are
When the summer comes we
will open all the windows
even after all the bugs have been let in.
The creaking floorboards will be like music
when you will try to walk without making a sound.
Our curtains bleached bone death white by the sun,
your reflection bending in the heat.
I see ghosts best in the summer light.