in my house
the far-off sound
of people kissing
we drove through
a city of lights
and all around us
silence
somewhere
in another room
someone is being sick
in my house
the far-off sound
of people kissing
we drove through
a city of lights
and all around us
silence
somewhere
in another room
someone is being sick
we put everything
we owned
into one place
a time capsule
of fragrances
and the knowledge
that everything must end
the possibility
of an archive
the promise
that something
will be remembered
a future city
full of children.