Poetry · Writing

Trapdoor

Drop out

bail

on the path

we paved. 

Night time stroll

swinging hands

along imagined

homes. 

We built this. 

Casting shadows

around the light

our blueprints. 

Waiting for the

light

to cast again. 

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