Palace

You were simpler,

you were lighter when we thought like little kids.

Like a weightless, hate-less animal,

beautifully oblivious before you were hid inside a stranger you grew into,

as you learned to disconnect.

Now he hangs your mirrors separately,

so one can’t show you what the other reflects.

When he heard I was on his tail, he emptied your account and hid a part of you that’s so invaluable

(the part of you unsellable at any amount).

He left the tallest peak of your paradise

buried in the bottom of a canyon in hell,

but I swear I’ll find your light in the middle,

where there’s so little late at night, down in the pit of the well.

Then when heaven has a line around the corner,

we shouldn’t have to wait around and hope to get in

if we can carpenter a home in our heart right now

and carve a palace from within.

We won’t need to take a ton of pictures,

It won’t be easy to believe

the day we wake inside a secret place that everyone can see.