An abandoned house
once a home
The dust stay to tell
the termites come to live
as the owners of the wood.
A picture hangs on a wall
A story written in his eyes
A smile drawn
Though, as I look
closer and closer,
deeper and deeper,
I see an imprefection
I reach and pull the seam
the fabric lets go,
revealing what was beging to be told.
A thought implanted in a passerby
...
A seed, growing
...
A tree, roots spreading deep
...
Pollinating a forest
...
*but,
no.*
Though, I ponder
another possibility.
My eyes sparkling against the moon
Walking past
My own house.
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 9:36 PM UTC
An abandoned house
once a home
The dust stay to tell
the termites come to live
as the owners of the wood.
A picture hangs on a wall
A story written in his eyes
A smile drawn
Though, as I look
closer and closer,
deeper and deeper,
I see an imprefection
I reach and pull the seam
the fabric lets go,
revealing what was beging to be told.
A thought implanted in a passerby
...
A seed, growing
...
A tree, roots spreading deep
...
Pollinating a forest
...
*but,
no.*
Though, I ponder
another possibility.
My eyes sparkling against the moon
Walking past
My own house.
The story of a boy who does not know how to tell his own.
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