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I can hear your voice
It's like a siren repeating
âThese walls are waterlogged with the weight of a childhood
The secrets we keep in the drawers of our dressers
We slept in beds that were broken in half
Rearranged while we dreamed of windows caving
To the pressure from the storms the summers would bring
Youâre like the leaves, staining portraits of your absence in the concrete
We walk the path wishing youâd return like the red season
We watched you leave
The air was cold then
Your breath made a map of your movement
It was an unsure cloud, as wandering as the words you locked inside itâ
I would sink in that heat if it would take me like your arms
Make a grave for me, if youâd trace my epitaph from the shapes of the clouds
It's this silence Iâve been walking through
I canât see my reflection through
This seasonâs like an ocean, but it wonât let me drown
It's too cold to breathe
But I canât make the shape of a home through the fog in front of me