does it ever get better
will i ever get a letter from you?
four dimes, eight pennies taped
to the outside of a paper folded and stuck to the thoughts in your head.

will it ever be over?
this part of the ride,
like the thick muddy water left behind by the rain
the way i feel so afraid of the night.

do the pictures ever line up together?
in the end will we be together?
some shadows aren't worth hiding
some voices won't be silenced