Delayed Grief // Farmhouse Red

Delayed grief swelling and swelling
My phantom baby, chain-link dirty dots
The pain it's caused not knowing
We hold onto your feet
And pour ourselves over you;
A protective barrier knit
Burlingame's abandoned lots
Born from houses torn down
Thankfulness is me walking on the sidewalk
You are finally placed in my arms
My tears are like a river now
They fall more and more everyday
Phenomenon, the alarm reaction...
Ghost