The Melancholy of a 'For Sale' Sign

By Saywisely

1 min read Jun 5, 2025
The sign is hammered in the lawn,
A future that has just been drawn.
The rooms where all my ghosts still play,
Will all be swept and sold away.

Each window holds a memory,
That no new owner will ever see.
It's just a house, it's wood and stone,
But it's the only world I've known.

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