the same paint
clinging to ceiling
for dear life,
bachelor has always been
the motiff
of your comfy halls,
even when co-helmed by a
non-bachelorette.
but past the boxes of
who knows who's
and underneath the empty shells
of fried chicken conveyances,
we were still making new memories
there,
leaving a little bit of ourselves
on the wall
and in the air
somehow marking this place
as always belonging to us,
even as we leave the keys behind.
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