Turn - Handshake

Coming home

there’s something wrong

a ghost is whispering somewhere inside

the refurbished parts of my mind

Through the window

our backyard

it seems so desolate when no one’s there

just broken things on the grass

Oh no it seems I’m wasting my time

kitchen cupboards, bathroom tiles

clean, perfect surfaces

reflecting everything

that I wanted to be

Oh no it seems I’m wasting my time