520 Palm Ave.

ghosts of years gone by
haunt the halls of this
empty home

pictures reframed and
walls painted over so well
you almost don’t notice the
crimson spatters

but every time I drive past that
colored glass
you’re standing in the window
trapped in a house you can’t flee
screaming all the things I wish you’d say
to me

silence. you live in
silence and you’re fading,
fraying at the edges

but you’ll never leave,
will you?
I can never go home

Featured in Edition 1 of The Dilettante.

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