i spend my days pressed against a fan,
the air cooling my hot skin,
the humidity makes me feel on fire.
the air conditioner broke long before
the summer heat settled in,
not that it ever worked.
everything is breaking around here,
i'm falling to pieces too.
unemployment's the worst.
no one wants to hire a kid
who didn't make it through high school,
guess i can't blame them, i wouldn't hire my ass either.
you said you'd be right back
it's been months,
i know, because it was cold when you left.
i'll wait though, in this abandoned building
with nothing more than a place on the floor,
and my tiny fan.
you'll be back, someday.