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stitchwhichThe House of Lovers stands empty right now,
Covered in a dusting of snow,
Windows dark and blank.
Yet stepping to the porch one can see
Inside it is all warm wood and peaceful walls.
Is that echoing laughter?
The fireplace has a spray of red flowers hiding the hearth.
The neighboorhood is nice...
There, the House of the Beloved Husband.
Around the corner, the homes of Kin.
Across the street, an old-world market.
I can hear children and pets playing outside,
WHile I stand here relaxing in the wan sun.
The House of Lovers is waiting.
As I am.
I think I shall polish the windows and clean the attic.
Who knows what memories are hidden there
For me to wonder at
While the silence fills with possibilities.
Like the cup I place under a melting ice cycle,
I'll use it to water the first flowers.
Yes.
The House of Lovers is clean,
Serene,
Waiting
Snuggling into the foundation to rest a while.
I wonder how the next tenant and I shall decorate it?
(Okay, yeah, well, so I don't do poetry worth a damn. I was just sewing, see, and thinking about friends...)
Covered in a dusting of snow,
Windows dark and blank.
Yet stepping to the porch one can see
Inside it is all warm wood and peaceful walls.
Is that echoing laughter?
The fireplace has a spray of red flowers hiding the hearth.
The neighboorhood is nice...
There, the House of the Beloved Husband.
Around the corner, the homes of Kin.
Across the street, an old-world market.
I can hear children and pets playing outside,
WHile I stand here relaxing in the wan sun.
The House of Lovers is waiting.
As I am.
I think I shall polish the windows and clean the attic.
Who knows what memories are hidden there
For me to wonder at
While the silence fills with possibilities.
Like the cup I place under a melting ice cycle,
I'll use it to water the first flowers.
Yes.
The House of Lovers is clean,
Serene,
Waiting
Snuggling into the foundation to rest a while.
I wonder how the next tenant and I shall decorate it?
(Okay, yeah, well, so I don't do poetry worth a damn. I was just sewing, see, and thinking about friends...)
