This house was built some time ago, and yet it looks new.

While you live 'here' (see? right here?) figuratively-- or in theory, to put it another way-- you are primarily not a reality here (definable current location).

The 'you' that lives 'here' (inside) is a composite of memories the two of us made together almost six years ago.

To me, this 'you' is still a valid you (illusion).

To you (current version), it seems nothing (assumptive reasoning); a nostalgia (delusional) that acknowledges a perceived emptiness (inside) on my part, which over time (elastic perception of reality) has not been filled in (other), covered over (substances) or forgotten (time).

Your reality (unknown movement) happens in a time (just then, and again, then) and place (location unknown) that is not here, or 'here', for that matter.

In fact, it (your life) is going on somewhere else ('there') that I am not aware of (calculated positioning), or part of (intentional exclusion).

And yet, it seems that you (rather than 'you') are aware of these dynamics (illogical desires) and see them as an invitation (non-rejection) to harvest safety (emotional usage) and predictability (safe familiarity) from me (current version).

As such, I (me) function as a facility (house) that you can return to (escape to), no matter how many times it has been destroyed (figurative) or burnt down (literal).

You and ‘you’ meet there (see? right here?) to peer (sample) from the dusty windows (loss over time), while sitting (visitation) on my red vinyl chairs (random iconography).

This display unit (house) is a whole ghost town filled with memories of potentials unrealized (regret).

Please wipe your feet (acknowledgement) before you (and/or ‘you’) disappear (repetitive behavior) or feign 'you'-ness.

Thank you.

-The Management