Basement

I sometimes think of her doing some things with other people but none of that matters because I love her –

Walking down the basement, visuals of old love are still painted clear on expensive canvas’s, walking down an empty basement I can still hear the song you once sang for me; finding coffee stains on every corner, I spent days in that basement thinking about your departure, part of me was compressed in your luggage.

“Mom subliminally asked about you...”