The Usual

To the slammed doors and the broken plates,

To the rug stepped on, and the tablecloth stained,

To the untended webbed ceilings, and the peeling paint,

To the stale flowers in vase, and the dusty frames,

To the uncovered toothbrush, and the rusty blades,

To the creased bed sheet and the pillows out of place,

To the erasers used up, and the uncapped pens,

To the pages torn, and the bins filled to the brink,

To the leftover food, and the water drained,

I'm sorry.

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