abandonedamerica.org: once my home

this was once my home.
if you look carefully - really look -
you might still see the indentation of my head in my pillow.
you might find the maple syrup i used on the pancakes i made for breakfast,
or the seashell i found at the beach when i was young.
do you see the once elegant wallpaper in each room,
now hanging in moldy shreds and tatters? do you see
the dish washer i bought? it was the top of the line then, and now
it is a relic, a dirty worthless antique.
such is the way it goes.

this is no longer my home. it is
a place for field mice, a weed-choked epitaph,
a haven for the ivy crawling out of
the dead fox rotting away in my garage.
it is a museum, and on display are
the fragments of who i used to be.
pay close attention, my friend.
this will be your home one day too.

once my home

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