People I know sometimes talk
to each other about how I never have
anyone over even though
my apartment is so close by.
I let you in
and the floor squeaked differently,
deeper, louder and I asked you
if you wanted to look around.
I thought I could show you my
record collection but you didn't answer me,
just scanned the hall then closed your eyes
and used my back to push closed
the front door.
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