So you left the door open, the latch hangs loosely against the worn timber frame.

The winds carries the news far and wide letting the others know that there is now an opening.

One by one they will come to see the magical house that has been left unattended.

A new owner will claim this house.

The furnace in its basement will be fired up again.

Her windows will once again gleam.

Her kitchen will be warmed up with food and laughter.

When you return it will no longer look like your house.

The locks will have been changed.

And you will forever be locked out.

Poem by moi and painting by @tanyashatseva.


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