The house

The house in the other street
With the tall trees and
The heavy brown door
Next to the always broken light

The house with seven windows
On the front side and
The smallest one on
Top was mine

The blue and pink walls
Of the old room make me
Think of the days I spent
There smiling and having fun

The big white bathtub makes
Me want to go back to
The time when I splashed water
At my mother with my little hands

The grass in the garden
Makes me wish I was
Six again and making a big
Snowman with my dad

Even the leaking roof
Of my bedroom
Makes me wonder
If it still hasn’t been fixed

And now I’m in doubt
Whether I should
Set the house on fire
Or be reminded every time

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