I look about this tiny apartment
I wonder what these walls have thought
The sticky tile floors in our kitchen
The black stereo we have never used
The way we sunk deep in our couch
The vacuum I will never but back
The bedroom with fans going wild
You rolled in a blanket with your eyes...
These pictures in our home that represent loneliness
These paper lamps that dazzle in our darkest nights
The balcony with a story of mountains
Your arms hold me close ever so gently
Yellow Cling Peaches from Ralphs are on the table
The popcorn we had last night from watching Cris Angel
My empty pepsi that you bought yesterday...
I dont want to touch a thing...
I shut the door
but I will not lock it