If you look around you’ll notice
certain things are dirty
and certain things are clean.
If everything was dirty,
chances are you’d notice nothing.
If everything was clean, well
you’d notice everything that wasn’t.
I’ll never fully understand the anatomy of women.
Or what it means to be a man.
I’ll never fully comprehend
the way which we evolve.
If stones don’t throw themselves, what’s all this broken glass?
If architects were certain, would houses not be built to last?
So if by chance you notice
everything that wasn’t.
Chances are you’ll notice, that light reveals nothing.
Just empty rooms with empty shelves.
Just echoes full of dust.
Just empty rooms with unlocked doors
we dare not walk through twice.