as a kid the summers seemed so long.
the dusk a never ending song.
too much, too young.
he'd never hear it again.
a walk through the dismal streets,
the alleys where the junkies sleep.
too much, too young.
"that will never be me."
slow, hand in hand to the boardwalk's end.
his mother's words like the biting wind.
"please don't leave me."
he'll never hear them again.
"keep quiet, stay out of sight."
her sunken eyes that used to burn so bright.
"please don't leave me."
please don't leave me.
so he hid pressed against the wall,
under stairs in the darkened hall.
the sound of heartbreak reminded him of home.
shadows move slow across the floor,
a minute seemed like a day or more.
words
where
under
toast
summers
suddenly
stiff
forgiveness
stairs
drink
nameless
drinking
sunken
biting
seemed
conviction
streets
mother
prayed
please
burnt
alleys
against
bourbon
spite
redemption
bright
empty
again
across
shadows
dismal
opened
better
drunk
heartbreak
leave
junkies
through
sounds
pride
bring
beyond
minute
young
never
pressed
black
sound
quiet
reminded
waiting
heartache
shame
sight
floor
sights
sullenly
ending
sleep
darkened
smell
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