'There's Opulence Basie'

In the end all the opulence will be floating in the scum. I can’t swallow at the thought of you in one of the suitcases floating by. I catch the tears in the tissue. Hear the end of time. It is deafening. I never thought I would be the one left in the golf shoes. The one who walks on blood. I wait for the knock. The car. The man in my room. I wait for you and know I am only half alive. Try not to think too much. I rode the bike in the empty house too. I sucked peaches waiting for a grown up to come. As you wait you lose the need. Lose being little. Lose the chance to be grown. Life is empty swimming pools. Dirt you wade through. Lines you say but don’t believe. I will always wait. I will always walk. This war will never see me close my eyes.