Pieces

I hear them dicing down the Lego houses where you and I used to play pretend, Where you’d make coffee for us while I would dust away the spiders that try to weave our stories in the callousness of their cobwebs, Where every Christmas, we would vacuum the floors of those voids everyone has left

Dear future self

Dear future self, I want you to come back to this moment, I want you to not forget this feeling you’re feeling right now, I want you to remember the exact color of the sky, and the dearth of the free flights of even a single bird, I want you to remember the absence of