A house is not a home.

do you ever feel like a house

hosting parties, and sleep overs, 

and visitations from people near and far:

and after the merry and cheer

after the loud music is turned off

and the guests trickle away, one by one 

leaving echoes of laughter and all that litter of memories made behind

do you ever feel like a house that has to clean itself up 

everytime that people visit only to take off.


© The Short Black Girl, 2018.


2 thoughts on “A house is not a home.

  1. I love this!! I love the analogy between ourselves and houses. I feel like a house all the time… the guests who slipped away, the memories that left their traces–and oh so many emotions and visions and disembodied dreams roaming the rooms and corridors and cracks and niches. And to say we have to clean ourselves up, like a house–I couldn’t think of a better way to describe that feeling of emptiness and loneliness, when alone, when one is left to collect oneself, to pick up what people have left us with, what Time has left us with. But on the optimistic side, I think not all people visit to take off. Some stay–and I am sure you will find that one person who enters the house and never leaves–and that’s when a house becomes, for you, truly a home.

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