Old


I’m the old jacket in the corner

Of a lonely brown apartment

The dishes piled up for days

I’m the broken window

With a torn curtain for company

Dirty in such unsightly ways

I’m the cigarette burnt carpet

With the ash of dreams in my hair

Of a life we could have made

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