lean on the door that never opens,
as it might seem locked
though one push
and you’re out in a rose garden
dancing with stars
past the ash that’s thriving in a singular line,
you’ll find life in a place you’ve always wanted
near a coastline
hot
humid summer times
muted memories
that can never start talking again
only the same three birds
flying under the same Sagittarius constellation
then passing by a full moon to their home
and music being sung
for the roses
and to the garden
there isn’t anything to wake up to
nothing to hopе for
anymore