You never used the furniture,
said the living room reminded you of growing old
and I agreed until I mended all the tears in the curtains
and took down the dirt infested shades.
When it was all done, I invited you in
but you took the other hallway to the door.
Now you can't help but walk by it every once in a while,
I wish you knew like I do how the light reflects off of the floor.
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