THE  27Th  EDITIOn

I come from a townhouse between the library and the post office

            a house just a house that didn’t know how to be a home 

      yet it was still a kingdom to childhood me 

                  though aching feelings of not remembering it quite right 

 

remain in the traces of blue carpet still stuck to old packaged away 

            items and the plethora of pictures that used to hang on the walls but

      now are packaged in opened boxes shoved in a new garage where

                  they will only hang on to dust and a family that never was 

 

quite the way they were pictured in those old pictures so 

            excuse the discrepancies and tainted memories that spill out 

      of my mouth in momentary bursts but don’t take this all the wrong way 

                  as that is just the way it is 

 

at the place where first steps were taken and the second floor staircase

            where games were played up and down and short little legs raced 

      too quickly down resulting in many accidental falls 

                  a faint white line permanently placed on my chin to remember it all 

 

or the not so accidental accidental falls that happened when short little legs

            raced away from taller ones that chased without the context of a fun

      game and just pure adrenaline and wide eyed fear coursing through my 

                  veins yet those never left a mark or trace so maybe it really was okay 

 

anyways you go outside and down several streets to the next city over

            and you’ll find house number three and the sidewalk where I scraped up my left

      knee leaving a bruise like shape still here after all these years 

                  yet all these years and the marks on my skin pale in comparison to 

 

the invisible ones from the one who instilled in me doubt and trust

            issues and made me the way I am with you 

      when I overthink and overanalyze your very presence in my life 

                  but you showed me yours so I’ll show you mine 

 

if you’ll just come down this spiral with me and 

            run away with me come home with me come home to me 

      run away with me towards the start of my fall

                  then maybe just maybe I’ll make sense to you after all