Who: Abigail, Nathan and Connor
What: Connor crashes a private picnic
When: Friday
Where: Cabin by the lake
Warnings: It probably won't be pretty
( Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline//Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass//Was never much, but we've made the most//Welcome home//Ships are launching from my chest//Some have names but most do not//If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost//Peel the scars from off my back//I don't need them anymore You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars//I've come home )
What: Connor crashes a private picnic
When: Friday
Where: Cabin by the lake
Warnings: It probably won't be pretty
( Sheets are swaying from an old clothesline//Like a row of captured ghosts over old dead grass//Was never much, but we've made the most//Welcome home//Ships are launching from my chest//Some have names but most do not//If you find one, please let me know what piece I've lost//Peel the scars from off my back//I don't need them anymore You can throw them out or keep them in your mason jars//I've come home )