hese days i'm drifting down dark empty halls where nnthe paintings are wishes hung burning like stars and nni'm kneeling and weeping and mourning their passing nnrealizing i'm foolish with all my reaching backwards nnand your eyes pale and green haunt me from the canvas nnthey're saying i'm sorry and sorry is all that is left nnof us the words they are hollow an shaped just like a nnstranger i don't recognize this girl but i believe i nnonce knew her when i was younger nnwe chased fireflies all night and put them in a jar we nnadded grass and some sticks to make um feel at home we nnthought we'd make some kinda firefly lantern but they nnfluttered and died of asphyxiation nnthat night we slept in a sleeping bag on the lawn the nnwind quietly blew the trees shuddered in song lulled to nnsleep by the message that emerged from the ground like nna heart beat so constant assuring it's here you belong nnoh love, it's here you belong nnin this empty spot in my bed where your body once was nnwith a head on my chest fingers tracing lines on (my nnarms) those tiny hands whispering you were spelling i nnlove you right from this spot not anymore but you used nnto you used to smile and say i can't wait 'till we nnhave our own place some day with a dog and i'll get to nnname him an there'll be no one to wake us everyday we nncould sleep in if we wanted n