CHASMS

Pillow Forts
By Sammie Pettit

We met 2 minutes after you were born
I was sick, but you were fine
You left for home while I had to stay
That was the first time I’d felt alone

As kids, we’d always seek attention
You’d pound on drums while I sang for pension
You were an artist, I was a writer
I took nothing and made something,
You took something and made it better

16 years of being stuck with each other, you’d think that this’d better
But, my mind is running dry, like a broken violin
So just keep on walking forward and I’ll watch on with a grin