halloween
someone told me that stars will fall only when i’m not looking
i’m not looking for anything tonight
the shape of these hands that used to hold
grown over and wild
whispered nonsense
underneath the leaves like a child in a pile
i would burn and heave
sending ash into the eaves
strip the paint with pounding rain
here i’ll make my home again and again
see those searchlights
they’ll never find a better life
watch those taillights
lend their red into my eyes
i won’t break this fall
acting like a voodoo doll
every move i don’t intend
here i’ll make my home again and again
someone told me that you came home last halloween
could it be you have a mask i haven’t seen?