It Was as It Is Now
At the moment my love for you is in the walls.
You can't see it beneath the frames and wall paper
but trust that it's there.
It's a shadow playing coy in the wooden beams of your home.
Still it's there.
My love for you is without guidance and so it offends
and for that I am sorry.
Though you owe me an apology too.
Your love for me is in the floor,
I trample it everyday without ever meaning to.
It is a shadow making creaks, convincing me my home is haunted.
Still your love is there.
Our love is predictable and has grown too old to ever feel young.
But it's ours.
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