A house is just a building

Call me when All that matters is Empty pop bottles lined up like toy soldiers beads of summer rain slipping down the glass Call me when All that matters is The garden bed dusted with snow imprinted with little ticks of sparrows' feet small enough to fit on postage stamps Call me when All that matters is The chair in the living room next to the blue bookcase that houses all of the books by foreign authors from places we always wanted to go Call me when This is home to you again.

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