This Old House

Walking up the steps to the door of this old house-
paint cracking
wind blowing
the smell of nothing-
I walked in.
 
The roof was mostly missing as I looked up to the sky,
but I stepped in further.
I wondered what had happened.
I rummaged through the aftermath of what must have sat for years-
bedrooms
closets
kitchen
 
I found no evidence of any value
but I could piece together something:
Someone was an artist-
attended highschool from nearby.
Whomever left this dissolving house surely must have died.
 
No photographs were present
but I could see them in my mind-
an Asian couple, old in age
eating breakfast with chopsticks
 
Many parts were aged such as the doorknobs and the sink
containers made only of glass and quilts deteriorating.
 
The curtain still hung on the kitchen window
and the electricity still worked
but this old house was abandoned so very long ago.
 
The walls were standing but their integrity was lost.
The upkeep it needed badly would not be worth the cost.
 
When I left the little house that day
I hadn't thought of it much more.
It was hidden behind a cluster of trees.
One day I'll find that house is me.