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.