there is nothing left, the shelves are bare
there are only cobwebs and dust in here
the lights have dimmed from within
no one is welcome here again
signs are hung on this abandoned lot
keep out, danger, this property is lost
the grass will grow and the weeds too
unfit to live in, to be demolished soon
maybe u can hear a fading distant sound
the memory of a heartbeat that was once around
now an old padlock hangs on the door
love does not live here anymore
-a.q.
