Vanished...

What happened to the curtains
that once gently wafted in the breeze
high above the emerald hued trees
where chattering squirrels quarrel with each other.

What was said in the kitchen
around the now scarred and dusty table
did you tell stories, or read the paper
when yellow flowers on the wall were a brighter hue?

Why were you abandoned
why was your beauty left to decay
was there a death, or a life... so tragic
that all lovliness felt wasted away?

I feel the heaviness of this house
the dormant love and hate
yet even in its tattered and derelict state
is still a hauntingly beautiful ruin
in all its vanishing glory.