“There was a tiny house in townThat had always stayed the same,Home to a girl wearing a sundressCalling each flower by name.It was the calm within the chaos,The sun around which we revolved,As stubborn as a stoneIn its refusal to evolve.I thought it had foreverTrapped within its weathered walls,Watching all the livesThey built around its rise and fall.But one day with no warningThe world felt shallower and strange,And the view outside my windowSeemed to all at once have changed.I ran with lungs near burstingTo that tiny house in town,Yet the ashes of foreverWas the only thing I found.Walking home it felt the worldWas made of me and salty tears,And the woman in a sundressWho watched me slowly disappear.”