Building

My hand is on the door

in the dark

you say

It’s a movie,

so you can’t go back.

The way things are going

I believe you.

Somehow the lace of a shadow

stole itself through the walls

and we found ourselves to be

on the thinner side

for once

making maps

and pressing the pencils down

to what we were once able to assemble

in what looked like

our space.