Heart houseby pb Hill
It has been so long since I have been to Heart House.When I came in, I stepped in a memory (and a smile splashed up on my shin.)So much has piled up in such a small place.Only four rooms to one who refuses to discard,Or scrap any object (that I might use someday.)Oh, Heart House I have been gone too long.I have been staying in another dwelling.(And I have been foolish there.)I spurned the signs: it was so idle and tidy.There seemed to me so much room for my things,Yet the chance never came to move there.(And I only took a little hope from the cupboard.)So, Heart House, I have returned to our bursting space.I know you laugh at me, knowing that I always come home.(Especially after so many days.)(If I were going for good, I'd take me with me.)So, I come back.It is just not the same this time.Have I ever come back not to leave again?Have I ever told you I'd never try another again??Well, Heart House, I convey that now, emphatically.Remember all the past when I would have to come back and repair you?Remember the moments when you were for sale?Remember when I looked for someone to move in to you?See all the damage that has been done to you?