Once, it brought us to life
You lauded this renovation
Hailed it
“Our greatest accomplishment.”
“Our True North”
Then we got the news
How long ago was that now?
A week?
A year?
A decade?
Now,
Spiderwebs dangle from the rafters above
While dirt buries the wood floor below
The mold–this sickness
Consumes more and more,
Day by day
Cell by cell
Just like…
No.
I can’t dwell here anymore
If I do
My compass spins
North to south
South to north
Out of control
I turn toward the door
There’s nothing left here
Except for the memory of you
I know I should go, yet
I can’t ever leave
This derelict home
My mind–
And heart’s
Become
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