it's fuzzy, this image i have in my head.

we are standing there in a line in front of a piano.

it's like i'm looking at us from the other side of the room.

but i can't remember why we are there,

what we did wrong to have to be there. 

i picture us playing on the front side walk,

a gate that was latched and we had to open it.

i see the backyard and a cellar door,

but i never saw inside of it.

i remember a school across the road

and sometimes we could play on the swings there.

i see us back in the line by the piano.

i remember mostly feeling okay here,

at this house.

but sometimes the loud words scared me.

so i was silent.

i feel myself standing in the line now.

what did we do to have to stand in this line?

it's almost my turn, 

and i don't say a thing.

i am afraid,

but maybe if i stay silent, don't look up,

i won't be seen.

i don't know what happened next.