Last time I was near enough I pulled into the driveway.
It was night-time and all the windows dark,
maybe even boarded up.
I couldn't even fully look at it.
I checked my side mirrors, looking back in it's reflection.
Only ghosts live here now.
My whole life is here.
As everything changes,
some of it rots.
I never really think about it,
except I am always thinking about it.
That life no longer feels like anything but water vapor.