4th of July

4th of July

February 21, 2011 10:15 am 4 comments

I remember holding hands with the night
the sound of our little feet and the smell of the pines

And that night when we caught lightning in a jar
and we wouldn’t let it out til all of our games were done

And the girl whose bones were shrinking
passed away on the fourth of July
and you always tried to help me think up believable lies

And even though I couldn’t see
you described it to me
you made it seem so real
as real as it could be

Our teachers told us not to wait for a cure
That the gifts we were given were noble and pure

And we cried into the spaces between each others arms
And hid ourselves someplace where it was always safe and warm

Although you learned to accept it
I kept fighting with all of my might
You learned to live in the daytime I was still trapped in the night

And even though I couldn’t see
you described it to me
you made it seem so real
as real as it could be

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