Headed For The Door

She was only twenty three

Or she was only twenty four

I headed for the door

She was looking through old photos on the floor

And I headed for the door

I had seen her move this way once before

And I headed for the door

I headed for the door

She was searching for an answer but the answer was a war

I headed for the door

I headed for the door

And I headed for the door

I headed for the door

And there was blood

And there was gore

I headed for the door

There was some ugly shit in store

I headed for the door

There was a forest on fire inside her

There was no reason to give to the poor

And if you think the road is dangerous

Then of course it is

You gotta listen for the cautionary roar

I headed for the door

I headed for the door

I headed for the door

And I headed for the door

Dear Sara

I've heard that you turned into a ghost

And I think that's great if that's what makes you happy

At home there are black boots with silver buckles that I don't wear anymore

You can have them if you want to

Also, I wanted to ask what, if anything, is fluttering in your heart?

I wanted to ask if it has to be a black crow or a vampire bat?

Or if maybe instead it could be a kite

That has broken loose from a string that you are holding?

Or a string that we are holding?

Sometime when we were teenagers or maybe in our early twenties

Could it be a kite that has rollen over and over

And over on itself in the sky like an unborn baby

That is slowly turning into a god and then it turns black

And then something we are not even sure we are watching

Then for sure absolutely nothing at all?

Get back to me though if you have a chance

I hope you are doing well, X-O-X