it was just sitting there...

I look for them all the time

those abandoned doors and windows

held together by walls that once had a voice

~~

but

sometimes I like to think that they find me

~~

this one was loved

I can tell

because

it's the shade of pink that your cheeks become

after a long walk in the dried fields

while

hand in hand

with your lover

~~

not pink

because the sun has soaked the typical and always blaring red right out of it

but pink

because somebody cared

~~

it is still on a lived in property

at the bottom of a hill where the grass is calf high

near a slight bend in the road

and

where I'm guessing

laughter fills the main house during the day

and

the lights come on at night

~~

my sister has passed this

"there must be a story here"

building

many times

as it's on the way to her friends house

yet

she's never really given it any thought

~~

yesterday was my first time to see it

and

I was instantly drawn to it

the way I always am with these left behind buildings

the sun

was warm and understanding

while

it painted with long brushstrokes

~what I want to believe was a guest house or a child's playhouse~

simple

weak layers of white

that cast ghostly like shadows

~~

someday I'll go back

when I can spend a little more time

and

see if it has anything to tell me

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