MY CEILING
Ceiling, you have a plain face
even with your stains
from all these years
living above me.
Ceiling, you’re like a camera,
quietly perched above me,
watching and hearing everything,
unnoticed by me all these years.
Ceiling, now that I know
you know all my secrets,
I got news for you:
I’ll never let you out of this room.
© Andy Costello,
Reflections 2018
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