Home
It felt like home
with a slight
taste of loneliness
while the tv was on,
and you laughed
saying it watches you.....
and here we are once more
looking at the deer
out the bedroom window
our clothes on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
It felt like home
the pictures on the wall
spoke their glory
replicas
photography
in the raw of ansel,
and your mothers coffee cup
on a side table,
years after she passed,
still
our clothes on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
It felt like home
in your sisters old bedroom,
patchwork quilt soft as snow,
you said she looked like me,
as you kissed my cheek goodnight,
our clothes still on,
you said it would wreck it all otherwise.
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