Off prompt again. Just didn’t feel today’s prompt – involved lots of syllable counting. And I haven’t written yesterday’s yet, but I’ll get around to it eventually!

Strings of lights and concrete steps.

Somehow you never made the

connection.  A long way from home,

and nobody to talk to.  The gates were

always open, day or night, iron leaves

casting curved shadows on the ground.

Beautiful and cold.  You were always bad at this.  Friendship.