| You in the living room
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| You on a Tuesday afternoon
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| A breeze seen when the curtains move
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| You by the window with both feet up on the couch
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| Where you sit and you read and I watch you
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| From the office the sunlight frames your silhouette
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| I think of lighting fireworks, I think of pirouettes
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| I idly write down observations on the scene
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| Like do the blueprints name the rooms alone?
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| Do we name them on our own?
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| We hardly live in there
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| You with a book propped on your knees
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| A breeze seen in your coffee steam
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| I’m in the office thinking back to rules of poetry
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| It’s fourteen lines, the last two rhyme, what does pentameter mean?
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| You in the living room
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| Legs bent at forty-five degrees
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| I write AB AB, try to find your rhyme scheme
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| I look for objects on the desk with which to sculpt your image best
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| What would I name this could I paint it
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| «Woman (reading)?""Girl (at rest)?»
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| I remember it so well watching you shifting your weight,
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| turning the page, I can see it all there
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| Inside a living room where only I live and never go in
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| A role in name alone
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| And I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name
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| Sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places
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| Do those moments replay for you?
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| When I’m suddenly there and then won’t go away
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| When you’re sitting in the living room reading for the afternoon
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| Do you put your book down look and try to find me there?
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| Sometimes I think of all the people who lived here before us How the spaces in the memories you make change
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| the room from just blueprints
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| To the place where you live
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| When you leave here
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| When you go from a home
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| You take all that you own but the memories echo
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| On hardwood floor in the living room
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| Tore the carpet the scratches below that we found
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| And the wine stain on the couch
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| We got drunk and decided we’d still try to move it around
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| And I can’t tell what the difference is between the
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| ones that we made and the ones that we didn’t make
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| They all conjure images still
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| Where you sit and you read in the sunlight aware that I watch
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| And I live alone now
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| Save for the echoes
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| I live alone now
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| Save for the echoes |