The walls have a warmth to them,
because you are standing and staring at them,
spilling sunshine and asking my opinion on paint swatches.
I am overwhelmed.
There are so many walls.
So many rooms.
I have so little to give,
just my dresses in a bent and struggling cardboard box,
and as much of my vinyl collection as we could carry from the car.
There is a waterfall erupting all over my shoes,
because the boy is making it clear that he would like to see the warm walls.