When We Saw the Lights

Looking at the abandoned tenement building
from the street
there was the hope
we had finally found
a place to call home.
Somewhere we wouldn’t bother anyone
and in turn
a place where they wouldn’t bother us.

When we saw lights
in higher windows
there was a part of me
that knew it was best
to push on
leave this place
for those already fortunate
enough to have
found it first.

I thought of vampires
(emotional and otherwise)
living as our antithesis
that had to hole up in their basements
alone in their
wooden boxes
iron-maidens
small-mindedness.

They hunted for a place to go
found it
preyed upon it.
For them
this act
had every vestige of home.

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