It was never just a flash of beige for the couch;
the ceiling below the underside of the table,
the rug not there, but its color tinting the windows,
and never any sound.
That's all I remember,
so when I thought I caught a glimpse of it,
I walked up to your door.
Your shoulders slumped a bit like mine,
and I stayed for a while.
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