Sitting in this wooden home surrounded by creaking.
Those incessant wood sounds triggered by
a walk a wind a thought
The individual wood veins sit suspiciously silent
supporting the weight
Destroyed love hangs everywhere.
Attached to remodeled houses along the avenues of living
Looping around elementary school brains during the freedom of recess
Heavy in the air of dark beer-smelling bars
Branded on the mid-aged human purchasing farmer market food
Destroyed love disappears the longer it hangs.
Dissipating steadily in fits and starts
Fleeing the scene of emotional shards
Melting away inconsistently
Corroding and eroding so life can sneak in