I know where you've been
In our home, your path
Cluttered tiny piles, thrown
My clothes deposited
Where our passion lay
Your smell permeates the pillows
The air, the couch
Even the stone floor as I scrub
The salt off your skin
Juices and oils in the oven
Our dinner's cooking in it
That's where you'll be
Peeking in the tiny window
Into my world beyond fronts
Into my soul behind walls
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