Monday, July 30, 2018

Love,
a huge facade
of empty rooms
and faded paint,
a concrete tomb.

Love,
windows barred
on lower floor,
you rise one story,
then one more.

Love,
squatter’s palace
full of pain,
you reach a room,
it bears your name.

Love,
you sit alone
as more move in,
unpack your case,
let hurt begin.

~j~

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