Ironically Yours

Laughters and smiles they fill the rooms

As many as the repartee exchanged

Squabbles and quietude with their fair share

I am the builder and you the tenant

Yet you help me out in building it

The lounge is airy, full of sunshine

The kitchen will smell good once you decide to cook

I've lined your bedroom walls with floral patterns

That you'd be reminded of my part

My signature is left on your back door

That when you walk out you'd walk into me

A figment is all of you with me

I am, ironically, yours.