I didn't remember the cement stairs
being so widely spaced
apart.
I guess it's been a
month since I've
been back.
The top step that
used to wobble
has been
nailed back
down and
the peeling paint
continues
peeling
My key still fits
in the heavy door
and the lock still takes
a wiggling
and everything looks
like it must have before...
Love never
existed in a room like
this, in this building where
the fresh white paint
smelled lonely
Your belt looks like it
did before
and you put your bag
in the same place
you had asked me to leave you
some of my work- my art-
but empty walls suggest
you threw it
away
everything has changed, and
I hand you my key
and my keychain still
looks the
same.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC
I didn't remember the cement stairs
being so widely spaced
apart.
I guess it's been a
month since I've
been back.
The top step that
used to wobble
has been
nailed back
down and
the peeling paint
continues
peeling
My key still fits
in the heavy door
and the lock still takes
a wiggling
and everything looks
like it must have before...
Love never
existed in a room like
this, in this building where
the fresh white paint
smelled lonely
Your belt looks like it
did before
and you put your bag
in the same place
you had asked me to leave you
some of my work- my art-
but empty walls suggest
you threw it
away
everything has changed, and
I hand you my key
and my keychain still
looks the
same.