four
walls
five
miss
calls
every
night
you
going
out
to fulfill
the drought
in your
heart
everything
is all
good
till
you start
the walk
from
your
front
door
too your
bed
room
going
too feeling
like
June
to feeling
like
a tomb
you
know
that
no one
can
be the
same
and no
one can
say
your
name
the
way
I did
Here
is me,
writing
to memory,
drawing
out moments,
making
immortal
a woman.
A woman
so full
of scars,
so full
of dreams,
so full
of faith,
so full
of me
and
so empty
of nothing.
Months
passed
and
I'm
still
here,
depending
on the
strengths
of my
wigs,
depending
on me.
And there
she
is, as
sure
as gold
and as
perfect
as a
Diamond.