The house that Jill built

The house she built

is nested inside

the one they bought together.

It’s been long in its building,

with slow accretions

wrung from unshed tears.

A desperation. A resignation.

It has gift boxes, unwanted.

Empty bowls and jars

on brazen display,

meant to catch a beautiful rain

that never came.

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