the room with the red walls

a few excerpts:

we were sitting
on the dinner table.
listening to the songs.
the words
wove
off the curve
of the glass.
the sun was low.
the room
was bright.
the shatter
was quiet
//
it was summer

there is a way
the sky
sheds
its grief
that
i
am longing for
//
set

do you listen
to the stories
and believe
in their endings.
in the suns
that set.
and the moons
that rise.
and the stars
that shine.
because
it is so dark
//
hope

missed you all. missed this. deeply.

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