Inside these walls, fix them up,
build them up again, patch the holes
we’re leaking out everywhere,
seeping through the cracks, every piece of
us, of Us, running down the walls
flowing through the gutters, spilling
away from this place. Here I hung
curtains of hope and invited the sun in,
but the sun has gone and the glass is
broken and so are we, so are we, and all
that was here is cracked from your words
turned inside out, this house we were,
and all our ghosts and angry walls
can’t contain broken glass and bullet holes.
We take it with us and move on.