Echoes
i have a theory, we leave traces
of ourselves and others
for the both of us to find
like some sort of hansel and gretl
shaped mystery where
the witch is only inside of our hearts
and whats killing you, boy,
is killing me, too.
so, we left no breadcrumbs
because home is a place
we wish not to return to
and we forge separate paths,
hoping that happiness
will grow in the hollows
of that candy cabin castle
we built with dreams,
now tasting bitter and
clinging to the scars of my tonsils.