I waited
as you lit a cigarette
letting the smoke search
for broken window panes
over the walls
plaster peeling in thick curls.
Shoes were stacked
by the back door,
old birthday cards and faded tax returns
spread across cracked linoleum
newspapers spilled down the stairs.
I held your hand,
moving through the abandoned rooms
as we tested floorboards
laying down each sole,
slowly with our weight.
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