Paint,
Slathering the walls,
The furniture,
Myself,
The only thing I have left,
Is the gentle humming,
Of the radiator turning on and off,
In this apartment we once shared.

They've shut off the lights and water,
No one's lived there since,
But that radiator is still here,
Making heat,
Then freezing us to our
Inner core.

The same sight out the window,
The same town,
Same cars,
Same stores,
The only thing different is
The names of the businesses,
The faces of the people,
Playing lotto,
And pretending they will somehow
Win back their failures.

I don't know why I came back here,
To this apartment,
To this town,
I think I thought you would be here,
In the bedroom, or kitchen,
But this place is empty,
Not even your memory lingers.

Cigarette burns on the windowsill,
Almost tauntingly,
Offer the only sign that
Someone once lived here.
Little cracks in the wall,
On the floor,
Every dent in the wall,
Once had a story,
But now,
They are just dents.
I want to destroy this place,
Light this whole town on fire,
Smother out
The lies,
And dance among the wreckage,
It just doesn't seem fair,
To make this place,
A memorial
For no one.

They pulled up the carpet,
They took out the shelves,
They took out the furniture,
And left me nothing
To come back to.

And all the furniture was sold,
And I didn't get anything,
Nothing to remind me
On this,
The anniversary,
Of the day you died.