A long look about an empty house. A long time watching
white walls yellow.  Now I can remember where the cupboards are.
Something not quite excitement in the kitchen.  Plastic over
chipboard thinks itself wood.  Ripping of doors one by one
something not quite hope.
	Now I can remember where the covers are, but she has already
tossed me back my clothes and slammed that strange moving door
on her way elsewhere.
	Now I can remember where the cupboards are.  They all
seem to be empty.  Now I remember that the only thing that 
matters is long gone missing.  A long time watching white walls
yellow alone.