Please pay us mind with some smoke across the sky and a flower left to honour life maybe happiness is wealthy if you spell it right a bird kissed the treetops at night
trying hard to put a page all the words that are defined by everything we never said and the broken things in all our lives
an end of summer street to take a breath from shade to sun looking for something to love while somewhere someone's making something bound to come undone to feed the hunger of the young