Humbly
We broke bread in silence
Watching the door
Hoping to usher in a fresh start
Yet in mind, we knew the truth at hand.
Rinsed out
We bequeathed our past to time
Stripping windows to the house we built
Hearts ransacked with desire
That evaded the sun
Roasted.
So, we held our feet to the moon
Switching steps hoping to fall on top
Hearing our words escape the room
While we bite on the strawberry tapestry
Pasted on the baker's menu
For sale plastered.
Daring to move in the dark
Swallowed by both our pride
While whispering fear
To the grip of our rod
We marched homebound
Yet puzzled about where home is?
Pawned.
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