I brought all my knickknacks
Ready to arrange;
I thought we'd let them collect dust together.
Maybe one day we'd remark on the clutter
I moved into your cardboard castle.
I brought my favorite pillow, too,
For the cardboard bed,
Figured we'd lay on, share it together.
Eventually we'd have to replace it; you know
It would grow flat in your cardboard castle.
I packed up my clothes and shoes--
Left none behind--
On hangers, even, so it would be easy to hang them together.
Sure they'd wear out, become unfashionable,
And we'd donate them from your cardboard castle.
I packed up my books, most carefully
In small, tight boxes,
Assumed we'd sit, probably, read days away together.
You'd tell me how much space they took up
On the shelves of your cardboard castle.
I brought all my possessions,
Thought we'd unpack them together.
But here they sit, in the rains
That fall on the lawn of your cardboard castle.
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