The cabin is old with years of weathering Giant cracks in the windows The gardens are overgrown In need of trimming Inside All furniture is covered in a layer of fabric Dust blankets every surface A rifle balances against the wall Showing signs it hasn’t been touched in years A shattered coffee mug lay on the floor Even after so long The dark spill remains Many memories are stored in this very old cabin Countless are good Countless are bad But the final memory lies at this gravestone Where I have placed a single flower To say my last goodbye