once a house, now, just colorful crumbles collapsed beside a clear crystal creek
                                     sifting gazes through a broken past,
                                                           ­ only a red door remains, untouched;
                                    a lonely threshold,
                          pining to be explored,
          longing to be unlocked,
     and begging to be o p e n e d,
if not, for the first time ever,
then, if only, for the last...

?????
But, where's this skeleton key,
I dare ask?
????