Dear Home,
Together we worked to make you. You told me where to put the boards and what color to paint the walls. We made you perfect, a perfect place for you and I. You being all that you could, standing strong and beautiful. I, wanting a place to hold and to hope for, made someplace to call my own. I could run to you and you would hold me deep inside. Your creaking floor boards making me smile and your fire place warming my face. "But homes don't last forever," your window shutters whispered. I nodded my head like a child. Sure that I understood. But now home, you are leaving me. You are picking up your foundation, packing up your picked fence and latching all your shutters. You are off to be remodeled in a new and more modern style. And as you sadly say goodbye, I am left to build again.
With no buyers remorse,
Homeless
