Houses

I have a house with a roof so high my eyes can’t linger above

a wall so wide that no one could come inside,

a house without a “you” or “us”.

A house where we don’t talk about vengeance or war

a house that traps only starlight and human dust.

They have a house too, but no roof,

and walls so weak anybody could break in;

a house composed of “you and “us.

A house that could fix a broken heart: a house that felt like home

where love has only grown.

They have a home, they call house

I have a house, I call home.

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