What You Are by Matthew Milia

You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are
Our grandfather was a soldier
Now I am older, I know what homes are for

Worried homes have walls
They absorb old phone calls
They spit warm laundry smoke to the cold
Backyards

But to be a father I must
Take my life and solder
All my neighborhoods of night
To you

You were born into
A pitch-black-nighttime-window-view
The brightest blinding moon came through
A-shining

That old moon had the cold feet
Over long-gone lawns and streets
But none of those better days do need
Reminding

You are growing cold and lonely
If only you knew what you are