faces make up
the people’s ways
product of critique
scavenge and rearrange
stay the same
and probably
never stay
the sounds coming in faint
so I’m reading their lips
i realize not much has changed
since I was a kid
the walls show insulation
the tarp
that same ocean blue
they still show me what I long for
and pull the strings of my moods
convince
who are we trying
spend a month and a day
sighing through the hours
just to have nothing to say
you kissed me in the backseat of a dream
and your perfume tied me to our roots
but it was someone else’s lips
and you scattered before I could refute
the wheels pushed through cracks in the street
where we will be
shelter from the cold
bitterness at home
a love this world wouldn’t
ever have known.
my minds set on natures clicks
and North Carolina air.
I hear your voice echo trees
your melody stays
weakening knees
but it was just a dream
projected through the lives we lead.
