In this idolised future,
I sink all of my time into this house.
I am tending to my religion.
Aligning canisters;
Coffee, tea, flour.
Seeing to lilacs;
Drip, drip, drip.
Watching you sleep;
Kiss, kiss, kiss.
In this house there are no mistakes,
The grass is kept,
The neighbours are impressed.
The hours spent here were long,
Until the house that stood called my name;
Only then I realised.
The floor was creaking,
The roof was old.
The house was sold.