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I ask myself multiple times if I should let you back into this home.

My couch isn’t ready for your weight, and I’m not talking about in pounds

She wasn’t meant to stay in places like this for too long.

It was too comfortable.

Stability knocked her off balance.

I wish I had the level to the pendulums.

I miss the vulnerability.

The demons we would conquer and stare in the face.

She was scared of confrontation, and this battle was all nonverbal.

You ever seen a gallery wall?

So many patches and holes being hid behind reinterpreted da Vinci, and she was the Mona Lisa.

Eyes so demanding for looks to confirm her beauty.

But the foundation of the walls, liker her soul, with patches and holes got overlooked.

No reasonable output.

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