a house, a home…

Empty House
I see you
I see your stories

Remenber when I used to run around
With the hope
That only a child can carry?

You were so huge to me
Rooms and rooms of laughter
Card playing
Ice cream churning
Potlucks

Agie’s love.

The smell of guava jam
Freshly made
From the trees next to you

And the grapefruits that used to be there…

Empty House
Your color has faded
Louvers cracked with experience
Your rooms empty and worn

You will always
Be the fuel for
The best in me

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