by lauren atkinson


Years pass
You changed your hair color.
you shaved that hair.
you tried to grow out that hair in patches along your jaw-
You never could grow a proper beard.
I like the new carpet.
I see you put hooks in the bathroom for towels.

It still smells the same in here.
That crack in the ceiling is still not repaired.
You still bite your nails
And the window still leaks.

I came here to reunite but the things that didn't change are keeping me from being near you. You can change the locks and clean the blinds, but where there's mildew left untouched, a rot will overwhelm the fresh paint.