He is staring at the wall behind my head
The paint has yellowed with time like a mouth
Of smokers teeth and we no longer hurt
We are looking at our own shit
Like it is in someone else’s garage sale
Everything we once wanted now second hand
And we do not care that the new renters have big plans
To knock down a wall, to open up the space
They will power-wash the deck, finish the garden that
I wanted to nurture once but eventually gave up on
Because I forgot how to love anything that took time to change
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