Poetry by Eden Aronoff

You seemed like a kind, loving home I could stay in for a while

A place that provides warmth for my cold little, desperate soul

A brightness that burns just right

A sense of safety for my unsafeness

Trust for distrust

Love for hate

Flesh for mind

My heart- how it hurts for-

The thawing process is beginning yet again

I’ve had to store my heart in the freezer that sits in the darkened corner

for so long

that it has freezer burn by now

So hot it’s cold

There it was in the freezer in the kitchen

The kitchen by the living room

By the dining room with the oak table

By the bedroom

By the window I always think of escaping out of

Even though it is two stories up

This house has been empty and it has been full

But right now there is only you and me

2 occupants

1 home

I always think about how

The fire could get too large and consume the wood

The wood could get brittle and brake

The house could get over run over by ivy

Or curious people could overcrowd our humble space

I always think about how

We could rot away

The smell of fresh wood being replaced

By bugs

Ugliness

A new type, this time around

Simply bones and some ribs left,

where full bodied love had once lived

a healthy life

Now Diverging

Into that period of time before the bad decisions were made and after

But choice was never an option

For the heart thaws of its own accord