Our house

Remembrance of a place we lived
of love that gives
worth fighting for
beneath the table where we ate
footprints that rubbed our kitchen floor
one night it rained
my God it poured
beloved flame of mi amore
that night was doused
while she got out
I was trapped
behind the cellar door ©

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