Things disappear in this house
Like Snickers
Chocolate
Yoghurts
Ice cream
It’s empty in here
Not just the fridge
The floor is cold and the windows dirty
I always have to wash my hands
Food that touches the counter is forbidden
When I sit in the bath
I fear bacteria
Things disappear in this house
Like love
Silence
Solitude
Privacy
You know what the other is doing
Doorknobs are noisy
Beds don’t hold their shape
And sometimes
Or maybe every day
I feel like it was better last year
I feel like she needs my presence
Like I was closer to becoming her friend
