Old House

I can’t imagine there’s many, Old bottles and cans scattered in the driveway. They took all of them away. Someone who needs money very badly. Sold what is left behind. I can’t imagine another person living there. I really used to like living there. I left an old chair there that I thought I’d never want back. I’m guessing they threw it away. I can’t imagine. I can’t. So I drove across two states to take a peek. There’s no one living there. I thought there would be, Some kind of renovation. Some kind of imagination. I broke the dirty window. Climbed inside. I wish someone lived here. Broken dishes. I left that rug there. This house is condemned. The mailbox has my old address. I can always come back here. No one will care. The electricity doesn’t work anymore. I don’t care. Take a couple left turns. Drive past it all. A five hour drive to the empty house. Two years. No one has lived there since. A couple left turns. I slipped out of that condemned house. A whisper- Trespassing. I broke the law for the first time. No one called the police. So no one came. I can come back, anytime.