i ate brunch a few streets down from the houses i grew up in sipped ice water next to my girlfriend down the block from the walls i buried myself behind held her hand as we walked down a street my mother drove countless times my brother and i in tow as she sought some semblance of peace in our rotting days
there’s a ghost at my elbow
there’s a ghost at my elbow
there’s a ghost at my elbow
i ate brunch a few streets down from the houses i grew up in sipped ice water next to my girlfriend down the block from the walls i buried myself behind held her hand as we walked down a street my mother drove countless times my brother and i in tow as she sought some semblance of peace in our rotting days