Shed Sighs

Checked the plastic cards again,

twice for the routine

Cracked glass glowing,

shining grey and green

Fans are turning slow,

overhead they spin (hummmm)

Waiting for the bell to ring

But it won't make a sound

Stoop is cold beneath my shoes

Static all around

Screen is dark, the air is cold and still

Silent porch,

nobody ever will

(no, they won't)

Names upon the register,

faces in the dark

No one looking back at me,

waiting for a spark (ahhhh)

Cracked glass glows... (shhhh)