You were a brick through my window,
The pin tumbler deftly undone -
but for all the damage that now shows,
I miss all the messy memories.
The coffee is bought, not made anymore,
I cannot recall the color Green -
there are no dust outlines for picture frames -
although I'm fine, nothing is as it seems
It's every success and every mistake
each new addition that tears down the old -
I've built the scaffolding up to my mind
though I'd only meant to cover my heart.