tales of love, sobriety, growth… and everything in between

Your Old House

Kicked in the door to your old house

And invited yourself to tea

A new occupant sitting blissfully

In the nook you always passed by

Breaking and entering

Into every familiar room

Knowing you wouldn’t be caught 

Linger for a while

Coaxing an indecisive mind

Sipping on your temporary gratification

Until eyes wander

And taste buds change 

In a sequence bitterly familiar

Slam the door on your way out

Deny making a sound

Arrive where you began

Alone

As you gaze at the mess

You are certain you didn’t make

In the house you gave away

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