Our House

In our house flowers grew
from the drains in our marble sinks
slippery vines wrapped around banisters
and autumn leaves fell from ceiling vents

The walls in our house
soft on some nights, heavy through others
and oh how they blushed

Our floors were crumbling
right beneath our feet
giving way to the ocean
that tumbled there like the beating of our hearts

Lightbulbs in our house
had minds of their own
flickering when they pleased or glowing through 2am
just to keep us up with our feelings

There were footsteps in the halls
and muddy paw prints
ground into the carpet
even when no one was home

That was why we stayed so long.

—  A.O.A.M. || Our House Lived