PREVIOUS TENANTS
Longing for Sunday
I tiled.
I painted over your ideas
from Home Depot
In secret I hoped
In secret I hoped
that my bedroom would leave no trace of you
I created a life
You expected perfection.
We exchanged our futures
You talked of travelling, exploring the world
I talked of exploring the depths of each other's minds.
Don't look
Don't look
Don't look at me. I have always been here
We made up on sunny Sundays.
We kissed over fist-shaped holes in the wall.
We liked delusions of fairy tales and happy endings,
I might have thought our Sundays were forever
Our weekdays alluding to something not new
We tricked ourselves