675 Somewhere St.

On 675 Somewhere St., a man

Looks out of his window. His features

Are engraved with the

memories of better days,

But I wouldn’t know that

His  eyes  were

Lonely-- Looking

Further

Towards

violet, flowering

Butterflies

His arms rested on the window’s ledge

His face seconds from the glass

Were there other

skies in his eyes?

I wouldn’t know that

Winds shifting

We shift

     Sp

       l

       it

The roses

It was a broken-down apartment

His eyes were looking further towards

An empty parking-lot

I could see the cracks in his skies

But he couldn't see that

Reviews

[lifethroughwords]

wow this is..... just wow.

[Meek McGee]

Thanks for reading!

[Goat]

This is an amazing story. I love how it is written, the way the word split splits! This is a very emotionally powerful piece that leaves a very lasting impression on the reader because it has so much meaning in it. I think it tells a wonderful story about our pasts. Great job!

[Meek McGee]

Thank you, and you were able to take something away from it!