You walked in slowly and stood there
staring.
and I am the ******* who just wouldn't look.
You stomped,
heavy-footed with your soft voice
blaring,
I sat, heart heaving, with my head in a book.
You said,
"I'm leaving" then some other words followed
I stopped,
The first two were all that it took.

I left.
Then you left all the clothes you had borrowed.
You left.
And you left me to hang on this hook.

I came home
to a house whose foundation was shaken
I came home
to a house, whose foundation you shook.

I left my home
and came back.
And came back to a house.


A house with no owner,
A house forsook.