An Error In The Code

there's an error in

the way we left things

off. the streetlights flicker

as the concretes cold besieges

where we once walked. now, 

no more crowds. forever ago,

it seems, the homes werent

such barricades but houses

housing loves only time

could understand. windows

werent fire blankets for

the broken but comforting

and warm translucent childhoods

we barely got to experience.

there's an error in the

the way we let things get

this bad. the winds changed and

our wings were self-clipped