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.