that little house

by india southgate.

 
that little house used to be 
just me
a piano
not far from the sea
a long drive
and a garden i can tend to...
then i met you and
that little house turned into
a girl cat
a boy dog
a piano in the living room
lots of light 
a studio for your music
a studio for my art
a small violet and
love served to the table on burleigh plates
soft sheets and a crumpled bed
fresh fruits and homemade wine
your jeans wrapped in my shirts
my hair clogging the plughole
your razor touching my comb
our underwear in one indescriminate pile
bare feet in a big garden
my cold cheek on your bare chest
that little house needed more room...
now you're gone
i want to go back
to the first little house
i loved in my head
but it's been so long
i've lost the key
and you've locked me out of this one
so i really don't know what to do...

[unpublished]

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