September brought symbiosis Blood and this house This would be the last Twilight of juvenility Walls wherein we sought joy Dusty and asphyxiating Never enough to kill Two thousand and forty Desperate for life Full of existence We gobbled every moment Without shame Laugh didn't die here Grey just took over Storms that scraped incessantly The grime on these windows Hardly scratched the surface Of perfect escapism I grew tired long ago Never admitting this drag And neither did he Growing sleepless Even in suffering Did I find blessing Now echoes Two thousand and forty Thought I'd hate every minute Yet cherished every second Those brilliant years Golden in time The death of the Lamb Shone surprisingly bright As he took everything he owned As much as he could ever carry Away I await for my release From these dim cold hallways Couldn't bear these empty walls So I took your space. [April -20]