about the empty house on
the corner.
the rusted bicycle
left
behind, the swing set
broken.
the chain around the tree,
the broken
fence,
the tilted shutters
and chimney
with bricks askew.
i wonder, as i walk by,
what happened.
who left
in the middle of the night.
abandoned
this house. deserted
it in a hard rain.
it does so
remind me of you.
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