Long have I refused
to renovate this apartment
the rusted parapet,
hold back memories
of damp solitude
escaping down
the never-ending stairs.
Today, for one last time,
I soak in those moments
of an almost forgotten yore,
the red brick walls plead
as I pull away
tear stained curtains.
Tomorrow, these walls will
be painted white,
to start afresh,
as I will let in
a new tenant.
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Wonderfully explained your feelings
So poignantly put! It's nice, the old freshen up – but sometimes it does tamper with memories!
…..my husband must have many fond memories…..I'm still waiting after 4 years for that lick of paint in the hall……and the toilet!
I love the renewing process in this poem. Great piece!