Playing House by Sydney Kelly (21)

When they’re not home 
The house becomes a chance 
To be a world ahead 
A chance to hold you 
And love you 
And live us 

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And yet it is- 
                -just still pretend 
We have our plans 
And meddlesome ambitions 
Our life to which we must return 

When they’re not home 
Our time becomes hope 
A peek at a lifetime 
And a reminder that even when they are home
​And we can no longer pretend 
Your arms are just as sweet and warm

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