Sundown, Sunset Crescent
by Michèle Nardelli
We closed the door today
on our place.
Our 60s dream house,
ranch style,
for a family with mod cons and
little quirks - arguments and a laundry chute.
Three bedrooms,
it slept five children
and later babysat their kids.
Its polished floors
lost their shine in the 70s,
covered up with wool blend and new high heels.
The sounds of summer,
of old Frankie
and the Beachboys hung there
in the rumpus room,
brooding just near the wall where
the ducks were, before they flew the coop.
I drove past later to say goodbye,
to make the sign, bless the space
and worry that the loving
ghosts it holds would be all alone,
lost without us.
I found it sleeping,
windows closed
with just a breath of presence.
Like a friend passed away,
the same, but different.
Sundown, had left the building.
About the Creator
Michèle Nardelli
I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.
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