Monday, January 23, 2017

old house

Hard to believe, a sofa stood exactly between
the two pillars where now
two spiderwebs have grown,
hard to imagine I have lent in a star
to the ceiling in my room but when I looked up
the florescent trail it left has disappeared
this is what happens to our homes when we leave
there is rust and dust now, where I once slept dreaming of liquid stars at my fingertips

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