2 19 08

Now that you're gone,

I find myself staring outside my window

into your old house.

Sorry, but you left the blinds open,

and no one is home.

The house very much symbolizes

who you are to me now as a person.

Just a nice big, beautiful, sweet,

and vacant structure

that has sheltered me

with good memories,

but is soon to go occupied

by bad tenants.