We're Lost

it's wednesday september 20th

his cold hands just rest on his stomach

and his dull eyes watch the clouds drift by outside

the big window that hasn't been washed in years is cracked open

and his feet are cold

an unopened text from his friend is on his phone; we can run away to seattle

and the pillow beneath his head is uncomfortable

there's hornets buzzing in circles outside the glass making a home beneath the siding

and his face is so cold

it's the day before fall, a week before his birthday, 10 days before he saw his idol

and the fan on the ceiling spins around and around and around

it's wednesday september 20th

and he wanted to die today

but he's okay

and he's cold but he's breathing

because he's alive