The Landlord

This is the last poem that she’ll write.


By the end of these verses
She’ll have been evicted
Ejected
Cast out of her home.

The place that she turned to for refuge,
Has turned itself upon her.
The place that turned to her for refuge,
Has found comfort in another’s arms.

The house that saw tears,
Saw joy,
Saw her grow into something incredible,
Will see no more.

The landlord tore himself apart,
Wrestling over his dilemma.
The new tenants would bring what he had been searching for,
The new tenants would bring happiness,
The new tenants would bring the future into his home.

So he sent her on her way.

She packed her bags,
Gathered her things,
And disappeared over the horizon.