moving
I'm moving soon-
to a town near you.
my new home,
my new home with concrete flooring,
a modest bed,
and a thick linen duvet cover
with faint green stripes:
to long for your late-night glance.
my new home-
in the suburban of your heart-
with eggshell walls,
a rugged livingroom,
and a tiny cast iron fireplace,
to celebrate the remembrance
of these past dreams' maze.
my new home,
near the brightest moon,
where the walls between us might fall.
windows with thick, jarring blue bars,
and the door that is not opened
anytime soon.
a new convict of our long buried memories,
I'm moving to nowhere near wonderous.
and I will write to you in brief
soon enough.