Estate Matters

Grief is love and
love is grief and
this house held you
until you grew
into
your grief--
and when
you are quiet,
you can hear
the floors
breathing--
with the womb
at the center,
wide and much too warm.
Love is grief and
it calluses over and
you try to just

let it
but you can't.
This house held you
until you
reluctantly
grew up and out,
arms outstretched
and aching.

Can you ever forgive me?