our love affair
is boarded up
in the summer house
old neighbors saying
there came a moment
when our absence became
the most striking feature
of the dying structure
windows the fixed eyes of a corpse
rafters bowing to angry gods
boards taking on the bloat
foundation cracking under the wait
of our feet
pipes perpetually weeping
for the mere expectation of us
shoreline sending postcards saying wish you were here
soon the tide will reclaim it all
how apropos
a burial at sea