The Forgotten Room
misty-gray season jars
foul flowery wallpaper sandy blinds
and a collection
of ashy brass and silver
expect to be thankful
to still have much of the figure you've had
since you first believed you could love
every season the same
child I think it was formed
cause someone was deeply attached
to their absolute love for their obsession
perhaps a serious writer
and yes I found
a few pots and pans in it
but only those a beast
that's only lived in a wild shelter would accept
their meal served in during the day
and yes it also has a window
the size of the wood-burning space
of a chimney
but it’s a window with a view
that doesn’t let you have a second to forget
there’s such a thing
as time being only mean to things
that may not be able
to be the way it was before
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