and last the empty living room complete
rain running down curtainless patio doors
gray daylight floods the faded carpeted floor
shadow depressions of once stable phantom feet
the thrift store armchair with magazine pouch
and mismatched-cushion curb-acquired couch
hand-me-down ring-stained coffee table
burn hole from a fallen cigarette ember
conglomerate smells smoke food and dust
and musty old mildewed spills forgotten
startled by my own echo remember
the truck is full now and waiting in the lot
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