Once upon a time
I bought a house from a guy
that looks a lot like you
-the type with an honest face.

To be fair I wasn't a hard sell.

He never had to ask me to ignore
the leaking sink,
or the door you had to shut
a little too hard.

I never needed sold
on the messy neglected interior.

I was hungry
for a home

An easy commission check.

I never asked about the interest rate,
or the property taxes,
or what it would cost to insure the place.

No thought whatsoever
about the blood, sweat, and tears
it would cost
Each Month
to pay the mortgage.  

Just to keep it.
Just to stay.

My brow,
and eyes
and cheeks,
raw from the salt they'd come to know.

A bad investment.
Bad negotiations.

I took the long way home.
I'm so glad I made it though.
Thank you.