Epilogue

You know the braille of the walls at night and you Hit the lights on the very first try and you Know where to find the sun in every sky and you Know where to sit so the rain sounds just right To say goodbye to the creaks and the cracks to Take down the drawings and pull out the tacks to Put all the memories into one small pack how Do you begin to take one last look back When the offbeats stop falling in time and Become the rhythms of line after line When you’re holding onto thinning threads Wondering if all good things have met the end Perhaps you’re in the epilogue When the offbeats stop falling in time and Become the rhythms of line after line When you’re holding onto thinning threads Wondering if all good things have met the end Perhaps you’re in the epilogue