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Home.

I hate that home still looks like you.

I hate the way the halls creak and moan in your absence.

Each step in this place takes me deeper into the memory of you.

The paint colours you picked peel as they weep for you.

The clock hands stretch, move, stop in the moment you left.

I hate that home still looks like you.

The outside of home is now crumbling.

Thick black smoke spills out from the cracked windows

And I watch home burn as I back away from the wreckage that was us.

I hate that when I think of home,

I am still looking for you in the shape of the broken pillars.

I hate that now all the lights remain off,

And the kitchen roars with fire.

I wonder where the damage stops.

Where I end and where we began has intertwined.

I hate that home still looks like you.

But what I hate most,

Is that on most days I am both the kitchen and the fire.

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Your best quality

You smile in all the places I am not.

            Forgetfulness seems to be your best quality.

            The moonlight becomes metaphor for longing.

            Each night I reach into the dark and I fear what I might find.

            If home is supposed to be happy,

            Why do I feel so empty here?