twelve stories is a long way to fall.

you tell secrets in empty parking lots,

yelling to fill the void, the silence.

you tell secrets in empty parking lots,

ignoring tears from an aching heart.

you tell secrets in empty parking lots,

forgetting that it is not empty. 

i am here. listening. feeling.

you tell secrets in empty parking lots,

and i dream of roof tops,

when you're gone.