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What they tore down was just a house
Wine stains on the carpet
A yard full of laughter, dry leaves from a tree
That still didn't provide shade
Windows cold and lifeless, mirrors without universes
Leading to other places
Drawings on the walls and a pile of bricks
Neatly stacked
And nothing more

What they tore down was just a house
Leaks, wires, tiles
Blinds that silenced the stench of the sky
In furious early mornings
Customs and shelves, cobwebs in the hallways
Moisture in the memory
Dreams, miracles, paths, corners full of nothing
Contradictory absences
And nothing more

Rebuilding the house, I'm becoming a home
With the patience of a tango and broken, marked wings
Feats of weeds growing among sinister cobblestones
Dusting off the nights that are yet to be tried
Becoming light among the shadows until shining for the sake of shining
Embracing the incoherence of crying with laughter
Not leaving orphaned smiles or loves halfway
Seeking to break ourselves in life and then put ourselves back together

What they tore down was just a house
Just nothing