You walk in there sat are all my
Friends I love more than life itself
Happy faces, drunk faces
People falling off bed.
As you go you see a side
My dog’s presence in every corner
He is the bearer of the torch
The one to protect me from all horrors.
As you walk along you spot
My family I have bittersweet ties with
Mostly in a set manner
Formality is in our seed.
Walking down you see a street
One darker than the others
But as you reach there you realize
The light from the street of lovers.
Moving on moving on
There is a special place for grandma
She has her tiny kitchen in there
Making me my favorite oat bars.
Then you reach a spot where
There’s a big board of pictures
My best friend, current and over the years
Hanging by the fixtures.
As we reach the archives section
You’ll see things you’d rather not
From happy to sad and weeping to mad
That is one overwhelmingly emotional spot.
Walking down to the final lane you’ll see
An ashen-ed, burnt-up place down the road
That place once belonged to him
Before he set fire to the whole damn board.
Poetry In My Veins 