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.