our concrete was cracked, but to be fair, 

we poured it so quickly.

it was too hot outside.

we did not even let the concrete dry,

before we started building.

why were we so surpised when the roof fell through?

why was that shocking?

and the hard hats we had on weren’t enough to break the fall.

we should’ve seen it coming,

you know?

when the hammer broke and the nails ran out.

when the window wouldn’t shut and all the rain came in, it got the floor all wet.

we chose to put on safety glasses,

they broke too.

and we were left. 

surrounded by broken pipes,

shattered glass,

empty cupboards.

it was beyond repair.

we foreclosed the house,

foreclosed the memories. the hard work.

we stood there, hand in hand.

gazing at the house we tried so hard to build.

before we separated

walking opposite directions down the same street