Oh empty house, your once proud walls crumble and decay. How many tears were shed, how many hearts were made and broken within your sanctuary? Your rooms are silent, and empty, like your windows. Your eyes look on a world passing you by.  Your door hangs open, like a mouth gaping in surprise at your fate. Someone once loved in you, lived in you and died in you.

Now all who keep you company are the memories etched into your bricks, and the mice that devour you a little at a time. You wait for the loving touch of an owner that will never come again.

ANON