the cracked
vase
on the shelf,
the torn
shoe, the broken
window
and stuck door,
the worn path
in the hall
rug, the stove
that won't
light,
the draft coming
in from
the attic.
none of it
matters when
i see you
in the morning
sleeping next
to me.
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