If only I could remember the shape of the house that used to keep me warm
The walls that blocked the cold and the roof
Which asked the stars, "Could you pipe down and let them sleep?"
If only I could remember the way we lay in piles of blankets and body heat
Fingers on my skin
One window facing east, reminding me of the day to come
One west to remind me of the night still ahead
And one south so the moon could wink at me
As only she knew how we loved within those walls.
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