4 Circle East
You haunt my dreams
And my nightmares
And my thoughts
And my ideas
of happiness and others.

Every fictional house is you
Every read kitchen
and bedroom
and neighborhood
They're all you
Every fictional character
Must live in you
Bc the books I like have happy endings
And everyday loveliness  
Splashed with an adventure now and again
and that's you

4 Circle East,
You've got an island
A park
A willow
And me
But I shouldn't be there
I am the thing that doesn't belong
and yet there I am
Who has who?
Do you have me?
Or have I trapped you?
Refusing to let you go
Clutching you with tiny hands
That however small still have the strength to hold you seemingly forever
Or is it you who's doing the holding?
Wanting to be loved and remembered
As something more sacred
than just some house
I guess we're holding each other
But I can't hold you anymore
Not in that way
My hands, bigger now,
Need to rest
I suspect you do too
Afterall you're just a house
You don't even have hands to hold things in
Just rooms that have long since changed
Since the last time I saw them
Empty and leaving you

So how do we do this, 4 Circle East?
If you got any ideas
I'm open to suggestions