The House

The bed breathed deeply. ----The furnitures covered with ----your luminescent fingerprints. ----The silverware died slowly, -----in the grey sink. -----My house tried to talk to me. ----- I now have nobody left to lose, -----As I lay on the carpet with a sense of sooth, -----The chandelier finally sang its vocal cord loose, -----The wires looped between my fingers like expectant noose. -----My house tried to talk to me. ----- I was afraid to step out, -----Outside the sympathy of my house. ----Into the streets pleated with ----people of your asymmetric eyes. ----My house tried to talk to me. ----- Then I know I am not alone, ----The house teems with your pulse, -----The window frature its bright eyes ------from the echoes of your voice. ------My house tells me so. ------ I break through the door, -----torn away from the umbilical cord of this solitude. -----Melted through the heat of this cheering multitude. -----My house tells me, taking care of each word. ----- My house tells me, -----Each syllable cradles me kindly -----As you will always be with me -----in spirit only. -----                   ------------------------------------------------------------------*because i love you, i learn to let you go. 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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