The Prayers & Tears Of Arthur Digby Sellers – Lisa

there’s nothing i could call this

no architecture for the order of things

when i sat and watched you sleeping

before the trucks arrived

boxed up your better life

i wrote you letters for a while

left to haunt this sad estate

in hollow walls and empty halls

but all i saw was

some doll that you’d abandoned

so i crawled inside

where the stitching held me tight

and hoped that you’d come back to find me some time

i hope that you’ll forgive me

for being so severe

your proximity was clouding my account of what was real here

you’re eight years old

i’m stuck inside the wall

you always talk

but never hold me

and i wish that you would ask me how i’m feeling

there’s so much i want to tell you

’bout the way i’m disappearing

and so many years have passed since that

i left the house

i left a map

to my new wall

you must have never found it

and i heard that you got married

and i hope she(he) helps you fall asleep these days

’cause i knew the ways

when you were eight

you’re not what i imagined

you’d become when we were younger

but i’m still in love with that one

and i’ve since found your parent’s house

and live inside the walls

but you don’t ask about me when you call


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