house

if you don't build me a house,

i will throw a fit in my grave.

i will talk to stones.

i will tell the cities "He is not here"

and the streets "He will not come"

i will lie.

and i will sleep.

but you would not move if I told you to,

you do not reply in sound

it is because i am a coward light creature

a half way lover

i believe in seasons.

and if you built me a house,

you know,

that i would only keep my sleep there.

and i would be sorry some days.

so you love me enough

to leave me in dirt