How I Imagined Your Apartment - Poem by Erica Francis
How I used to long to be
walking along the hardwood floors.
naked of sheets,
pushed back against the back wall of your bedroom
An open hallway with
the living room off to the right
and on the left, the bathroom
in its green and white
On the far wall,
to the right,
behind the torn
forlorn blue upholstered couch
a cascade waterfall
coming from the ceiling
of CD cases and old albums;
Elvis never looked so alive.
Around the corner
where I'd make you pancakes
or french toast,
The choice is yours, darling.
And then the front door,
the place I hoped to never exit.
The place I longed to walk through
from out in the cold of reality
and into my positive reinforcement.
The place where I could really feel beautiful
in nothing but a navy button-down shirt.
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