notice of eviction

I had a message on my phone, he told me I was his home:

at first the flowers started to grow, a blue picket fence, lime green grass below, 

the windows were polished, the home was clean, 

it was messy but distinctly a dream. 

you wouldn’t have realized when the flowers were overgrown and slumped to the side,

the blue turned green, the green turned brown, 

the windows looked foggy, even the walls began to frown. 

so if I was your home then why didn’t you take care of your safe place, 

complacency is understandable but not after being chased, 

for then no excuse remains to be given, just one’s own blindness, 

what else could you have received from me other than the notice of eviction. 

A home needs to be loved, needs to be seen, but most important it needs to be lived in, 

and so sorry though I am to empty it, it is alas time to for me to rebuild it. 

I sincerely wish you find a beautiful nest, one that comforts you, one in which you’d invest, 

for it is time for me to pick apart my own, weave it a new dress, 

thread by thread, step by step, to reinforce the windows and let the birds rest, 

and after all of this, I hope to erect a home that doesn’t need another body to keep it warm, 

a home that can house my heart, feed it with a self sustaining farm, 

and once that’s done I will invite you over again, to enjoy some tea and gossip like old friends.