The house sits dark and empty.
Who will visit its dark rooms?
Will someone ever sit on the chair
to gaze deeply into the vanity mirror?
Spirits walk the long hallways.
Waiting for company.
Waiting for life and sounds
to enter the house once again.
Is it so much for them to ask?
Why is it so hard to find new owners?
How much longer must they wait?
Waiting can be pure agony
when you have nowhere else to go.
