for a time we lived in the same place
yet inhabited different homes
I saw walls hung rich with art
ate meals from hand-thrown plates
slept on a bed built with love
you didn’t notice paintings at all
thought pottery worthless bits of clay
had no care for handmade things
saddened I see this still in you
though you place no value in what I think
you have turned the world into your mirror
all you see is your glittering self
even my love could not pull your gaze
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