Scene 263: Return

Posters along the permanent paint,

for now, we live,

under the roof,

stories up,

telling of your prime,

your dreams.

Desks, full of dried salt,

from fries, chips,

and water.

Oh, that hole by the bed

during the night,

so whisked with warmth

that it burst into fire.

For now,

we live,

until we move and learn again