Downstairs Neighbour
There it goes again,
Sometimes? often?
I wish I could talk with my neighbour downstairs
I miss them, I ache,
like I’m missing every little loss in my whole life
like it’s all coming up at once,
the thought of shared smiles,
I can hear the music they’re playing
they know all my favourite songs
turned up loud, with a sparkle and a smile
knowing it’ll set me tapping
set me dancing around the kitchen while the jug boils
fills me with joy
dancing and sometimes, dancing and tears
they’re just waiting,
they know that I know I need to come down
and meet those old parts of me
my old neighbour downstairs
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