The house
2026
Somewhere in a house, in a meadow far removed from the noise of the city
A tap stands open
and the steady sound of running water can be heard
The oak ceiling, in parts detached from it’s beams, moves up and down, creaking with the blows of the wind
The house that’s
Abandoned now
Nothing more than an apparent ruin
seems left to it’s own devices
The walls didn’t consider the last shut of the door
as final
As uncompleted by a click of the lock and steps returning inside
Now the occasional curious visits
But doesn’t greet the house
They hide behind baklavas, hooded sweaters
Enter through non consented gates
and scare the house awake
amidst its peace
You need to know
The house no longer waits for the owner to come back and claim the property
No, it has
Built its own walls and
Befriended the weeds seeping through the tiles and
the vine that has come creeping in
The rooms that felt separate, the floors that used to distinguish themselves by level, now breathe as one body
From the ache of being left unlived, there is nothing left
The house found a life of its own.