Fiction

 

I heard a breeze on

Through the curtains

 

And when I waited up

For you

 

I got stuck in sunlight

Through the window

 

In doubt in debt we

Live in this apartment

 

And there we are

Hanging on the wall

 

You were four and

I was six

 

And we were purple tongues

And watermelon seed spitters

 

And the chair by the wall

By the window is a magnet

 

It's Tuesday, you left Sunday

And I'm never leaving

 

Until you come through

The door

 

And it's make believe

You're make believe

 

I've never ever

Known you but

 

I want to

I want to

 

Make this story

Real.