Love House

It’s mine 

I own it 

My home 

The bricks 

The glass 

The shit residue in the pipes 

The Iron in the corrugated roof 

The timber making the deck 

The screws securing it to the concrete slab

Tightly screwed so it never leaves me 

Like a life partner 

Like love

But I will leave it

If it doesn’t burn first

Like me, it will change

Rot or disintegrate to smaller parts

The bricks will turn to sand

The glass will be carved by rising water

The iron will rust

The shit will fertilise wild flowers

The timber will be feasted on by fungi and worms 

The moss will concur the concrete slab

Like love

I innocently wished for her to stay the same

I wished to never part ways with her

I wished for her to change only at my will 

But she is not mine 

Nor I belong to her

We share our belonging to the world 

Sometimes hasten, sometimes slow

Our inevitable disintegration  

Forever is now


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