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The Home Alone is in Pain

It creaks open with a humph
and a downturned lip,
the greeting of a house †
left uninhabited, †
like a gumamela past its bloom, †
the house sulks and shrinks, †
it pulls a face more felt than seen, †
and disassembles, †
the hardest of hardwoods darken †
to a pout, tegula roof tiles bought †
with the promise of 'for life' †
slide off and fall, †
the sulk is subdued when you are there, †
though you might hear a grumble †
in the pipes, a painting decides to leap †
from its tethers, †
while dogs are articulate †
with woof, whimper and friskiness, †
the house can only cause a creak, †
can only moan, †
windows slam, fluorescent lamps tilt, †
but not in pique, for the house only seeks †
to harm itself as the unvisited †
often do. †
It was audience and venue †  
for mirth and many, and now, †  
unkempt, it has the brittleness †
of the formerly loved, †
ay, we break the bodies of those we love and leave.
Written by Alviola
Published | Edited 2nd Dec 2021
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