Garage

I wonder if something can smell warm

I think my garage did

Like cement and fresh wood

And when it rained, like petrichor

I used to breath it in like perfume

When we had all the time in the world

And I drew on the floor with sidewalk chalk

Around funny shaped stains

Spray paint and my Hawkgirl Halloween costume

Created the charred remnants of a fallen angel

Magical things could happen in that garage

But magic can’t last forever

Time is constantly waning

Angel wings disappear

And sidewalk chalk dreams fade to dust

A garage starts to smell cold