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Dec 2011
twenty two years
such a great testament
for playing house
together, you've sowed love

i see it in your children
i see it in her chicken soup
i see it in his fancy eyes
hand in hand, playing house

my playmate is far off
in a land i don't know
we stopped playing somehow
but we still look at each other that way

i saw it in our banana pancakes
i saw it in your fixed gaze
hand in hand, we played house
but we're not playing house anymore

i see it all clearly now
the burnt kitchen
the crooked fence
only ashes in the fireplace

the scattered drawers
the empty living room
a wide open front door
abandoned, astray

we never had that house
but i've imagined it so many times
that house, our house
you burned it to the ground

maybe, one day
we can play house
Richelle Leigh
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Richelle Leigh
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