before everything changed we lived in what was left of the backdrop to a childhood

something that once was filled with the warmth of a family then sat cool and silent

behind drawn curtains we slept through the day in a place that nobody owned

but when the sun would set that house would come alive like the nocturnal animals inside

vagrants waded through haze that occupied every hallway with smoke and laughter

to be found sitting on the floor with backs against the wall in that half painted room

passing to one another burning moments of bliss as temporary as that summer