they pay to kiss your feet

since there's no one else around, we let our hair grow long and forget all we used to know. then our skin gets thicker from living out in the snow.

Monday, June 09, 2008

what was.

this house
with yellow walls
and blue shutters
and a bouncy dog on the back of the couch

--- this house ---

is no longer mine.

but sometimes, it comes to me in dreams
when i'm sleeping
or awake
and i remember its rooms
and the life that such a little doggy
could bring to something often dismal.

and on those days,
in those moments --
my soul shrinks inside itself
and this hollow pain creeps back in
and then, the tears...
oh, the tears.


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