Silence
it’s quiet here
where peaceful lives
she says it’s
memories dear
where the leaves are
jealous as we
jump in the pile of trash bags
that used to hold string
and old metal cans
but now only the rustling is able to listen
to the forgotten trembling
of a year forgotten
it’s quiet here
where peaceful lives
she says it’s
memories dear
where the leaves are
jealous as we
jump in the pile of trash bags
that used to hold string
and old metal cans
but now only the rustling is able to listen
to the forgotten trembling
of a year forgotten