Leaks in ceilings,

Cracks in windows,

Dents in floors,

Despite it all,

This memory of a home is what I still find myself searching for.

Chips in furniture,

Frays in blankets,

Creeks in doors,

I see it all as I walk back through this mental tour.

Gaps in Curtains,

Holes in walls,

Empty drawers,

No fancy decor,

But in your home, I still never wanted more

Because you were there.

Even today,

I keep the path to your house

Locked away in my soul

To be remembered and passed on as folklore.

— Written by Sandy Heights

Image by Martin Winkler from Pixabay

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