
I thought I built a house for us,
with strong foundations, pillars of trust.
I furnished every room
with beds of silk and soft futons.
I washed and cleaned every square
I didn’t notice you no longer standing there.
When the rain came pouring down you’d left,
I sleepwalked through the rooms, heart full of debt.
Our house washed away, like a castle of sand,
grains running through my hands.

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