neighbor

He was the empty space between 9 and 14.
Matching houses around corners, and 20 feet in between was our world.
matching cuts, scrapes, and light up swords.
As we explored the surrounding. Trees.We were
Never close but never far apart.  

Never knew; no one did!
Besides one, or two.

I had to press my ear to the walls to hear his stories 
And oh! He's seen it all! oh! he's lived it all,
Or at least that's what the walls said.

He had every fool fooled,
or so it seemed. 

He was the once empty space,
filled with every I could pour, in.
He had seen so much, lived so much,
but had been shot so many times he buried it all.

once great friend became mine, shared,
but began seemed to slowly fray at one end.

Maybe, I was the one that made it fall apart
but I never thought that I had as much power as to
alter a mind. 

Maybe I was wrong, but maybe I was never really right.
He was the empty space, filled with anything he'd let us pour in.
Maybe we're all just empty space filled with anything able to poured.

I'll never know this neighbor.
I'll never see.