closed doors,
closed windows, the lights off.
the water
too. sign in the yard.
you press your face
to the window.
no one lives here anymore.
not her,
not you.
there was a time though,
a time
when
the heat was on, when
a dog
barked.
when a child
sat looking out waiting
for you to come home.
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