Only a fool would buy it

Pain slips in
Through the edges
Of the windows
In the house that love built
Settling cold and heavy
In my bones
I ache with the burden
Wishing I could burn and banish it


But I know
It's impossible
To have one without the other
To seal the cracks is to suffocate
And I still want to breathe
Affection and ache
ebb and flow
Unceasing as the tides
Covering and exposing me
Without a moon to govern
Or an almanac to consult


You cannot sell
The house that love built
It's held in perpetual trust
And only a fool would buy it