You are like that old house
I used to live in.
Whenever I pass you by
hear mention of you
it always breaks my heart a little
thinking of the memories in which you live in.
I hope someday I will be okay
with watching you from the distance
and praying for your well-being.
I hope someday I will have peace.
I hope someday I will be fine.
– © Harsha Dubey.