Peephole

You compared me to a closed off house.

Only allowing visitors a peephole; a small glance inside. You wanted a bigger window.

I undid the locks

and opened the door.

You were instantly disgusted by the color of walls. “Too dark” you said. The lights were broken. “Too much work to repair” you said.

As you headed back towards the door, to exit, you explained that it wouldn’t work. Which got me to think, all along you were only interested in the framework.

You left.

I locked the door again.

And covered the peephole.

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