wires
and glass, wood
and tin,
pipes
and vents. coats
of paint.
it's just a house. but
you don't leave
it without a tear in
your eye,
a scar on your heart.
it's been home for so
long. it's
held you in its arms,
bathed you,
let you read books
by the window.
kept you warm
in winters.
you've watched
the trees rise above the roof.
raked the fallen
leaves.
you shoveled snow
away from the doors
to let love in.
it's where you belonged.
it's a part of you,
never to be forgotten.
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