Yellow House

February 13, 2018

I was the girl in the yellow house,

I lived up the street from the church,

Down the street from the cemetery,

and across the street from the park.

I was the girl in the yellow house,

I would wake up every morning with crusty eyes,

And wild curling hair.

I was the girl in the yellow house,

When he saw me,

I was too blind to see him.

But when I did,

I saw everything and couldn’t run away.

As the girl in the yellow house,

I wasn’t sure who I was.

But he didn’t know at all.

So we look together.

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