blows through the cracks of
this old house. Nothing to shield
against this new friend.
A house that was a home, now
sitting idle with no warmth. The
presence of life lingers, but yet is
only a shadow.
Your spirit lingers and reminds me
of your presence. The flapping plastic against
the windows shield me from the pain.
For its only been a small amount time,
and nothing is the same.
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