there's no one living in my old place, and i've found myself slipping up the three floors of rickety wrought iron fire escape and letting myself in - to press up against the windows, to be enveloped in the navy of late night, and the crystalline sun through the kitchen windows, the reason i was drawn to that space,

if i could only pack up, and keep that one room with me;
if i could keep it all with me;

if i do,
if i could..