We thought we made it
when we took shelter from the rain
inside this house that we built
on the side of the road.
We thought we made it,
when we filled it with
soft whispers and tender touches
all through the night.
We thought we made it,
until the morning light
lit the whole house and
made us see it for what it really was.
That this house we built,
with its three walls and a roof,
was never really meant to stay.
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