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We live in the same house but we stay on separate ends.
The noise of the television fills the distance within.
We live in the same house but we eat in separate rooms.
The dining room table remains unused.
We don’t talk about the person we lost, it’s an unspoken rule.
This popsicle stick house is out of family glue
We live in the same house but I work everyday,
The only way we don’t fight is to stay away.
We live in the same house, not in the same home.
One relationship lost, another one torn.
About the Creator
angelica lesly
‘Don’t—don’t go.
Don’t carry it to someone else this time.
Tell me about it if it’s something human.
Let me into your grief. - Robert Frost
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This poem is so beautifully written and heartbreaking.