A cool breeze pushes through my window,

Filling the room with the smell of cut grass. 

Curtains sway side to side,

Then stick to the screen.

Footsteps echoed through the house. 

A sudden light creeps underneath my door , onto my wall.

The dripping of water calms me to sleep.

Grass and flowers change to gas and makeup.

Bleach and cardboard boxes fill the new house,

Which slowly gets smaller.

Footsteps turn into paw prints,

That cover the floor.

The light outside flickers like morse code.

Sending a sign of change.

Small, blue and on the corner of Dickson and State street

The smell of febreeze and smoke make me choke.

Alone on the porch,

Picking the worn paint.

Darkness fills from the outside.

Trying to find light somewhere, 

Not under my door, or from outside.