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I am alone in the bed where you ‘didn’t’ break my heart
Lost within my head’s old thoughts
I keep seeing that house
You know that house that you’ve been preapproved to buy
Down payment pending and location to be determined
I keep seeing that house
The one where we live together
Two by two making stew in the kitchen on the weekends
The pitter patter of tiny Mashlies running up and down its halls
The garden you helped me plant, where I fail at growing our own veggies
The patio we built for our weekly BBQs
The wedding photos on the wall
I keep picturing that house and the life that we would lead in it
The pitter patter of our children’s feet upon the floors
Us dancing in the living room at nights
‘these eyes cry every night for you’*
I can see it all
And that is exactly the problem
I keep seeing that house, hearing the tiny pitter patter of little feet in our home
Rather than seeing who I was about to live there with