The boxes are gone and the carpet is new
by Mates
· 26/03/2026
Published 26/03/2026 16:27
The boxes are gone and the carpet is new
but I am still the person I was before.
I walk into the dark to get a view
and slap the drywall right beside the door.
The switch isn't there. It’s on the other side.
I’ve lived here for a month, maybe more.
But my hand is a dog that wants to hide
in the old grooves it knew so well of yore.
There are grey fingerprints upon the paint
where I keep searching for the missing spark.
A rhythmic failure, dull and slightly faint,
reaching for a ghost inside the dark.