not just a house
it used to be their home full of laughter
love kindness compassion and intimacy
until the chaos descended and illness took hold
in a few days she will be moving out
vacate the space which is empty already
put geographical distance between the two
the romance of the century is over
walls are mouldy with soggy paint
electrics malfunction next to the leaks
dust everywhere resembles
disorder and pandemonium
powerless over the turmoil it shields
it will take months to upgrade appearance
years to heal and regather momentum
of what could be a life of some freedom
he used to drink on such matters
or default into utter depression
today he is just disappointed and sad
cleaning stuff calls for blisters and callus
elbow grease and compassion of self
above all he needs to be kind to himself
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