Poem 15. Empty Apartment

This apartment is not for rent.

Not for you, at any rate.

You visited it before, I remember you.

I walked you through the rooms,

cleaned it through the cupboards before you came,

scrubbed the fridge,

repainted the walls.

I showed you the water pressure,

the light switches, the closets.

I told you how happy I was here,

the neighbours are quiet.

You loved it.

It was perfect.

You said you'd take it and

I waited for your call.

Waited, waited, waited.

Others called and I said I had rented it out.

Rented my apartment.

But you never called back.

The apartment is empty.

Don't come back now and ask to see it again.