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Room to Room

I don't know when it happened,
But it did,
It may have happened at hello,
I don't know,
I can feel him walking through my house,
Shaking his head,
As he sees wall after empty wall,
I don't remember giving him the key,
Did he already hold it?
Where did my guard go?
My sentry has always guarded my house so well,
Was it time for it to go?
My God I'm frightened!
He's laying down carpet,
And I don't even know what color he has chosen,
I can feel his every step,
Reverberating in my house of pain,
My empty house,
Full of carpet,
I miss him when I can't see him,
And I miss him when I can't talk to him,
I don't know him,
But we've known each other forever,
Or so it seems,
Do you know the color of my carpet?
I don't!
Is it pretty?
Swish, swish, swish,
He walks on the carpet now,
One hand at his temple,
Color schemes in his head,
Paintbrush in hand.

Posted: Mon Jun 8, 2009 7:15 PM CST