when you lie
i see
blank walls
with marks
where pictures hung
a matteress
resting against
the walls of moving van
plastic packets
old newspapers
empty bottles
scruffy door mats
all left in the landing
i see
silence
wet eyelashes
a tap that drips
a clothesline that's empty.
when you lie i see
my life without you
and i make myself believe you.
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