The Places That You’re Gone Who knew the places we’ve been would become holy ground? Our favorite restaurants where you’d always order the same thing The movie theater and row 11 which was your favorite and you would pout when we couldn’t sit there. Those moments where even though we were so small and the sky was so big you would talk about the stars, like you knew each one’s name. Like you owned the sky and the sky loved you for it And how now that you’re gone you still own all these things. That restaurant who’s food tastes like sand without you there How I always sit in row 12 just to make sure that you aren’t in front of me, How the moon reminds me how lonely it’s been. These places were sanctified but without you Desecrated. Deserted. How with the sky which was just as enchanting as you were Just a constant reminder of how you’re no longer here I keep my curitants closed, because the moon is too bright When you have tears in your eyes. -Adam Brouwer, 11
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Miles Slocum, 11 Photography
