we are all the same age
she wakes up to cry into the receiver
and someone downstairs answers
and i don't think she knows
that everything is over
she does not need to find the answers
with all the lights turned on
she gropes all over for the light switch
and everything is gone
she does not recognize the paintings
that hang up on the wall
two calloused hands caress the softest skin
that she has ever known
it's been one hundred years and counting
since she was 6 years old
a fragile space inside the skeleton
that houses all her bones
she does not need to feel the sympathy
of all the younger souls
in time they'll feel the same thing on their own
she takes a step out on the concrete
and everything is cold
her daughter sleeps inside the cradle
and she has never known
just what it feels like,
what it means to be alone
in time she'll feel the same thing on her own
there's an angel on the pavement
i am trying not to notice
the way her wings are stuck together
the awkwardness of her position
her expression is indifferent
and her face, it looks familiar
i am trying to remember her name
updated about 1 year ago
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