Wash

Christopher G. Brown


I can see the city lights
From this old bedroom
I can approximate a line
That goes from me to you

Unfrozen, we'll wash away

And these, these years we've spent
Watching paint dry
Will be absorbed in the midst
Of the echoes of our spines

Unfrozen, we'll wash away

And our actions will burn us all

Unfrozen, we'll wash away

I can see the city lights
From this old bedroom


Writer/s: Christopher G. Brown