I don’t remember
Making love never made me feel so hollow
Dressing in the afterthoughts
I thought there’d be time..
but you left
and so did I
walking behind the cars across the lot
field almost dead from winter
to the side street
to the small house
i look through the front window and realize
with a start that i can see all the way
through the house
out the back windows
I walk around to the side
footsteps gritty, no other sounds alive
and look in..still empty silent cold comatose
the house looked back
and i turned away, thinking
how much we had in common, the house and I
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