Our Forever House

Whether you were influenced by external factors,

Or got bulldozed into it and purchased a 3BHK blindly, like a brainless yet efficient tractor,

I’ll never know, 

What I do know,

Is that you wanted to see your son grow,

In our forever house, from a human clay dough,

You had dreams and desires for the three of us,

You wanted me to head back to work and put your son on a school bus,

You left my career decisions to me,

And told me to pick a good school for our bee,

You would stand by us,

As always, rock solid, without too much fuss,

You trusted every decision I took for the baby,

Any suggestion I had for the house however, was always met with a maybe,

You did have a better sense of interior decor,

Still, some of your statement art pieces, induced many a snore,

So, you allowed me to hang them in the bathroom,

While the ones I chose, were placed prominently in the living and dining room,

“Admit defeat, your taste in art is terrible”

“No, I love you and just want to see you smile. Your taste in art is truly unbearable” 

I was taken aback by your reply,

For once, you accepted and cherished my silence along with blushing eyes,

Whether you liked me talking or not,

I’ll never know, for if I spoke too little, you’d say, “What’s wrong?”, if I spoke too much, you’d screech, like a kettle pot,

Now I have lots of people to talk to,

But none of them are you,

I miss you,

All day, all night and in the afternoons too.