Home no more

Our childhood home in old Monroe Is now home to someone I do not know I knocked once but was left standing Alone and waiting on the patio Like when we waited for Dad many years ago My family sold it when they up and moved away Under some spell or hopeful for a change Sometimes people need to go their own way I saw your childhood home After a handsome young man had died Now looks dilapidated And I don't dare go inside I stopped next to the gravel driveway Only to look But I couldn't take a step or get too close For I was frozen with fear That perhaps Id see your injured ghost Childhood is childhood and cannot last long Sometimes Love flows in and away too quickly For us to grab it or hold on A house is a shell it's people that make it a home And when they are gone it feels strange and lonesome I cannot go back home ever again For those places no longer exist Except In my head