Call It What You Want [A Poetry Collection]

fire place

last time I saw you
all the lights were green
sun no where to be seen
windows down,
speakers crushing our chests.
whole thing was surreal
I knew it'd be the last..
the last time our friendship would be real.

now your name shows up on my screen
I can't help but wonder
how long will this last?
your house was home,
my room our own creative head space
who knew, today we would be in this place?
what we are is still a house,
but the heats just been gone a year
from our fire place.
there's dust on the counters,
a few dishes in the sink,
and our water heaters rusted.
the clocks are a little slow
and the TV is busted.
the lightbulbs are flickering
trying to decide
whether mending this bond
would be a bright idea.