Fireplace
Location
Here I am, sitting in the middle of
your house.
I notice the things you would
doubt.
Like how quickly you have grown
or how your children went from
pout to shout.
I have kept you warm when no one
else could. All I ever needed to keep
aflame was dry wood.
I notice the things you would
doubt.
Like how you no longer mop the floors
that surround me or sweep away the
dust that blanket them.
I have been there when others left. All
I ever needed was you, but now you have
done the same as I will soon be left
alone and no longer aflame.
This poem is about:
Our world
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