frozen frozen frozen

[zoniha]

i call you and you say, "it's lovely here but i want to come home"
but you dont want to stay- youre just a tourist, now,
showing off these historical landmarks to your new lovers.

I know that this town is drowning.
i'm choking on the dust that gets brushed off the old yearbooks
every time i drive past the places where we grew up;
these places so saturated with memories that i cant remember them all.
and every time you take a step, every time you turn a page
little tears escape, beading up on the surface like ancient dew
sticking in your hair, your clothes; catching in your throat.

i know that the photo albums are full,
but i'm not even taking pictures anymore.
i know this place like i used to know you.
i've seen every sunset there is, from this window.
through these curtains.