Abandoned
It’s empty now -
No matter how.
Blank windows stare,
Stripped and bare.
No step upon the dusty stair,
No one to care.
The only sound
Wind moaning ‘round
The crumbling eaves
All choked with leaves.
The rooms bereft -
No corner left
That’s home to dolls
Or basketballs.
Was it sheer
Misfortune here
That played a part
And stole its heart?
Copyright © Barbara Peckham | Year Posted 2021
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