the problem with pictures

orange street lights,
serenade,
our dance.

boots kick
the sidewalk
slush.

i,
couldn't
wait
for
every
day to begin.

and
then
they all ended.

they all
gave out,
like a chair with
half sawed legs.

the ceiling
fan laughing
at me.

its cool.
its cool.
its cool.

i'll just
pretend.

i never fell.

and i'll keep all your secrets.
and i'll never give out your real name.
and i'll ever always never forget to remember
the day you left.