no roof overhead,

but you can sleep under stars.

your photos and clothes

are locked in your car

at the bottom of the lake,
aching in the heart of town.

you watched everything you had go down;

it sank so fast, it made no sound.

whenever i’m sad, i think i need you. but i dont.
but i guess that’s just how progress goes?
i’m completely ready to graduate.
there are far too many ghosts in this town.