I’m here

Why is q st never marked

The red barn

The house…

I looked through the windows

How eerie for it to be

A home of friends

An empty window

I look for shadows

Then furniture

I know its over because the bikes are gone

We have plum trees that are in season

A decorated bedroom

Home away from home turned forever

The beginning of it

The end too

Blue steps to a red door

Freshman year my first party with my first crush

I was so proud to be a friend

We knew each other