From upstairs, I hear your suitcase clanking in through the door
The door locks, the room clears
You fill it with breath. Look around,
nothing's changed in a week, you've just forgotten the size
And thousands of people who need my money wait in silence by my window
as I carefully step forward
and tap my fingers on my leg
listening to the floor, creak
searching frantically for the staircase
before you fall asleep
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