A pome by me

I thought we had a connection, 

You and I

We had met but twice, yet

In those swift exchanges

I felt something stir

I thought you were the one

That we would be us.

And you said you loved us.

You thought we were great.

You told us our warmth was perfect,

That you could see yourselves

Here, forever.

And then in a heartbreaking move,

One never anticipated:

You made an offer on another house,

And it was accepted

So now we return

Wiser perhaps,

Less naive certainly,

To the ocean of houses

On rightmove.co.uk

To await the coming of those who see

What wonders could lie in this old home.