there is no one
there.
the rooms are empty.
the lights
don't work.
no water runs
through
the cold pipes.
the floor boards
creak as you step
across them.
what were you
looking for in her?
how could you have
lived there?
she's not
there. she never was.
you imagined
her. perhaps,
she imagined you.
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
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