A tiny house

There was once a house
A long time ago
Far, far away.

It was an ordinary one,
With a hall
And a kitchen
And a bedroom.

The hall was just
Big enough to fit
All his friends
On his birthday.

The kitchen was
Just big enough
For them both to cook in
On lazy Sundays.

It was a small house
Just cozy enough
For their needs

But big enough
To fit all the happiness
They could ever want.

And even to this day
He feels
That he could just go back.

Take the key from the landlord
And the door would open
And all would be as it were.

But she is gone now
And the world has gotten
Just a bit smaller.

And the house is no longer
Big enough.
To hold all his grief and his anger.

It is a tiny house, after all.
Just big enough.
For two people in love.