You called it a home

The peeling yellow paint

Something cosmetic

An easy fix

All I saw were the barred windows

And sinking foundation

You loved the natural light

Filtering through leaded glass

I coughed through the heavy scent of mold

Of decay

You saw safety


I saw the vessel of our ruin

When night came

And the light you held onto so dearly

Crashed into darkness

The way you couldn’t look at me

Said all it needed too

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