In the twilight
At the break of dusk
In the space
Where she
Rested
Her
Head
In the home she
Built
She
Sang
To
The place that
Homed her
Could
Break her
If
It wanted
But
Never tried
Things didn’t seem so
Permanent
Or so
Temporary either
She lived how she did
She loved how she did
Because she
Loved a
Home that
Couldn’t
Love her
Back