When Mommy vanished,
she left a skeleton living in the house.
Slowly the bricks fell, there was
an eye dripping tranquilly into dust
as it dampens into rubble. A walking shadow
20 feet away from the edge of the wreck appearing and
disappearing under street lamps.
The white string thinning, as it got further
attached in a knot to her bones.

When the girl
dropped down, it was time
to change what was.

She abandoned me
beside the battered shambles of a home.

I thought I was suffering in my mind,
remembering alone.
When she reappeared my wall dissolved to mist,
I felt
a freezing rain melting me raw
inside the warm home burning down.