What do you want from us? Where are you at? You’re asking for it. Fall flat on your back. children from the other side. Playing with their friends They run across the road I see them over there. From this side to that side I see a whole world You over there Me over here. The trees. They are dead. No leaves left. They lie there The leaves are decaying. Left from the Autumn They stand completely still. Yeah. They ain’t going anywhere. You’re over there. I am over here I see your face from afar Though you are not near Im over there. You’re over here But I don’t care. I’m close. In the box. My brown packed box. I see you. Over there. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Dead trees Isolation Poems Window