A husband to get a mortgage.

Bloody expensive houses around here.

How can one, even think, of living alone.

Fend through the fees, and buy, all by themselves

A house, a place, a home.

A husband to get a mortgage

is what I'm searching for.

Hoping, more than searching.

Mocking, what feels

Excruciating.

Can a house that isn't yours feel like home?

Can a city where you weren't born be a home?

Can you ever, after spinning the wheels of wealth

after soak in tears, blood or sweat,

after draining any and everything that's left

Come home?

A husband to get a mortgage.

A mortgage to get a house.

A house to grown in.

And husband to call home.