Uppercase I
- Just a few less steps to the porch from the grass
- When you whispered “Let’s cut for the shore.
- Let’s whistle songs about seascapes and skylines
- And pretend that we’re marching to war.
- When the sun trickles down like the sweat from our hair
- Leaving puddles of dusk on the sand,
- Then we’ll run back inside and we’ll sleep ‘till there’s light
- Then we’ll run out and do it again.”
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- Five less months to the day when you took a step back
- And you raised just one hand to the sky.
- Said “Orion’s alone with his back to the Earth,
- And sometimes, I think, so am I.”
- It looked to me like I’d had nothing to say
- Except “I don’t know what I should say.
- We’re just lower case letters with Uppercase Eyes.”
- You smiled, said “Turn the damned page.”
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- Couldn’t tell what they were until we got in-
- The sounds were so foreign back then.
- I heard each report crashing cold, static, short
- We just looked at each other and ran.
- Punctuation perforated all through your wall
- Plaster puncture wounds brilliant and screaming
- Each period said “No, I marked no end,
- But next time? You’d better be leaving.”
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- Hope you found seascapes and hope you found Earth
- Hope you found safety in skylines
- Hope you got a window built street-side West
- To watch sunsets and traffic colliding.
- Hope you got out, hope you made it there safe
- With your old name and secrets in hiding
- Hope every night you forget your mistakes
- Hope your Uppercase Eyes keep on shining.