Left turn signal, street lights
My hearts beating like it does when
I'm remembering.
It pounds in my chest.
Begging to be let out,
To run away.
I make it stay.
I want it to realize that
There's nothing left here
in this ghost town.
The orange glow
makes me green.
Those chairs dig into my body.
It doesn't nearly taste as sweet.
But I decided I'm not hungry
Anymore.
I've got green streets
and blue skies elsewhere.
Goodbye.
My heart beats normal again.
I'm home.
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