Dear Charm of a House Abandoned
Morning glories choke the azaleas
in the garden once artfully tended.
Off the lovingly curated walls,
The paint cracks, peels, and chips.
But this house holds its charm
through the heights
written in the kitchen doorway.
A family’s happy marks.
The heart
of this house is no longer.
It has been lived in,
loved in,
and left.
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