Improvement

We lower our eyes

The light is too bright

Our head spins like acrobats

Remember when

We used to play in the cathedral

We liked it there

Now it is just beige walls

A single room 

We enter

Sometimes we forget

We are in a town 

It's a sad parade

Outside the door

She weaves words

Delicate as branches

I pick up letters

Count them like ribs

There is always one spare

How did we get to this place

To leave would be an improvement 

But we are scared 

And heavy

I can barely leave my bed

If only to be young again

She giggles

You would not like to be young forever 

Trapped inside the pages

You set me free

To dance and drink free

I squandered your youth

I mumble

And we settle in for another day.