Sunday, March 24, 2013

Housing III

Would you feel it
If I told you I wanted to hurt you?
Would you stop
If you heard the wedding had already past?
Would you come back
If you saw my suitcases, ready to leave.
Would you care
If you learned of your grandchildren on graduation day
                        Having excelled with a quarter of your brain
                        Both brilliant eyes.

We’ll never know how the future would have come,
Until death we’ll be apart,
Lunches missed and cancelled,
Letting ashes go to ashes
The dust of loves to settle on the mantle
Of the house I grew up in
Now sold twice over to indifferent markets. 

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