the walls
were skinnier
than i thought.
on the other side,
all i could hear
was your laughter.
you were with
the neighbors,
i was laid
on my side,
with my black hoodie
protecting my head,
in our apartment,
listening
to your happiness
eating through
the cinder block
wall.
i wasn't wondering
how
you could be laughing.
i was just trying
to remember
what we were fighting
about.
wow. god i love these pieces of yours. you illustrate so much with such simplicity and perfect imagery. writing a novel with just a peephole view.
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