Wet Paint

I met you when the paint was wet
You saw through how it dries
Clinging to the wall like a second skin
Still, I wished for a wallpaper

Passing my street you stop and chatted
About the weather and the new colour
The season changed to summer and drier heat
You pointed up my wall and there it is, a cracked bit

Soon the paint starts peeling itself
Kept on stopping by and we chatted
Talked about the old and the new
Said you'll help paint mine too

We scrounged the walls deep
Till the bare base surfaces
The ashy gray cemented bricks
With tiny holes of air pockets

Months gone by changing seasons
The storms and thunders provide reasons
My street missing your daily presence
My walls grew moldy from separation

New paint sat beside me
Wet from water mixing
My back to the street I stare
At the steel gate I just purchased

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To her and Mr. Confusing. Thank you, now her heart is re-strengthen, I guess....

Re-uploaded due to some spelling mistakes huhuhu