908: An Unbelievable Disruption in my Heart
my house haunts me as I doze in class
in the middle of a lecture
i can’t wait to go home
locks changed, sold.
Each time I drive down the road, I look to the right in pain
that’s my street, i exclaim
not anymore, the house lives on and here I remain
outside, banished forever, pounding my fists into erased shadows
please let me in
maybe love exists but my heart’s embedded into bricks
walking at the bottom of the lake, thrashing against the sharpness
why does their purchase illuminate in high definition
the cauterization of the street we built
Cars lined up to Cuscowilla to dance downstairs
Echos of the love lost and sustained
We’ll ache in this tainted alternative
Please, take me home.
Each morning I wake up, all my furniture contradicts my mental map
I’m not blinded by the sunrise through sheer curtains
College buzzes and I snooze the self-awareness
Each weekend I want to park at OUR house
whatever that feeling means anymore
