Our House

It’s a house on the hill

that we can’t afford to build.

My lips of misery shout

through the skeletons rattling

warning signs in my closet.

I sealed my heart

with a ball and chain of what’s next.

She says it’s love, but it’s more the idea

that starved her secret affair with seclusion.

The moment she realizes

she’s enamored with affection

and not in love with me;

I’ll be tipsy, savoring love through a hose.

Life plays tricks on time

when all I really want is to feel something

real. A home with her and me alone.

By Andy Cooper

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