Is Shannon curled up on the love seat

Crying because all of her youth is gone?

She hears the front door unlock

She wipes her eye sockets on the pillow she was crying on

A sip of water washes away her countenance

She muffles her projection, meets me behind door hinges

On the living room wall

I see pictures of sunsets and angels

A framed photo of you crying next to the swing set

Caught by the branches

Her hеad, what got in it?

Edith builds hives on the mind, makes youth translucеnt then

Sits back and watches how well love, shines through it