Back to the house where I was born and raised.
The memories returned but in a bit of a haze.
It was dark outside as I approached the house.
My father was no longer there and neither was his spouse.
When I was young, there was always a light on.
But now the house was empty, everyone was gone.
It had been years since I visited my place of birth.
Soon it would be knocked down and returned to the earth.
The house always seemed so jovial and full of life.
But the souls had left long ago, for the eternal afterlife.
Whenever I came home, through the window they'd stare.
But now the window was empty, just a black square.
But even after the house turns to rubble and is carted away.
I hoped if I came to visit, their souls would be there to stay.
And if I was wrong and we could not connect.
It was important that I remembered them and did not neglect.
I grabbed the door handle to enter the past.
But the rush of old memories hit me too fast.
I released the door handle and said it was not meant to be.
I looked back at the home one last time in order to be free.