Sunday, November 1, 2009

700 meters.

Boxes cover the lounge floor.
All the clothes, all the books,
Sitting in cardboard boxes.
The walls stand bare,
All the pretty pictures are missing.
They sit sadly in packages,
Begging to fill the room with colour.
But they can't, not anymore.

The rooms are filled with memories.
Each lingering moment a ghost of time.
The good times I've had here,
As well as the bad
Will be missed, undoubtedly.

The sun shines down,
and basks us in its glory.
Thank you for this lovely day.
The truck starts up, shakes off it's cobwebs.
Its engine roars, as it's fully loaded.

The house, fully bare.
No sign of existence anymore.
Just sweet memories.
A smile lights up my face,
"You've done me well, house."

Blocks away, we great a new dwelling.
Such greatness in size.
It sends its hello on the whispering wind.
A house inside, empty.
Waiting for what we have.

Paintings smile on the white walls.
Rooms shine full of life.
The residents are warm and caring.
The picturesque views you offer us.
Make the experience so damn rewarding.

Keep us safe, house.
From the winds, and the rain.
We will treat you with kindness,
and give you back a life.

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