homesick ?

born in april and september. she was birth and him destruction.

her eyes, the color of earth. calm, serene, carrying the warmth of a hearth.

his eyes agrestal like untamed hounds. a house vacated or a forest burnt where dead leaves would lay and birds would be too shy to flap their wings again. caging anyone who would look at him in their sinister bounds.

spending hot summer days swinging on her father’s old truck tire is what she would do. wanting to be noticed, she would think of all ways new. she would return only when exhausted to have her mother have a scolding ready in all the ways her time could've been used.