An advert reads:
Heart for rent,
Good location.
Any interested parties,
on the 15th lunar night, please
direct your inquiries to the full moon.
The moon waxes and wanes.
Within the heart, a constant drizzle—
Not because the rent is too high—
The space is too small
To accommodate the past.
The door opens and closes
Snagged on life’s joys and sorrows
Such that once empty
Is empty for years
Walls crumble, tiles crack
Slowly, the heart falls into neglect.
Renovations or restorations
Will have to wait till the next life.