This house was allowed to stand
For far too long.
Vacated months ago,
It is merely a monument of the past.
A memorial of what has been lost.
Condemned to neglect and termites,
Slowly eating away the skeletal fortress.

Whose intent to be a mighty castle
Withered into a creaking shack.
What we thought to be everlasting
Was unable to hold on till summer.
An allusion that was cruelly not a reality.

Windows busted out.
Siding slowing peeling away.
Leaks in the roof multiply.
The tiny problems we ignored early on
Transformed into halting hazards.

The only company it now holds
Are the ghosts of what has been and what will never come.
As I walk by this abandoned house,
The ghosts call out in mimicking tones,
Painfully reminding me of our past.

And so I burn it down.
Setting fire to everything I had ever known.
The life with you that I was so afraid to leave.
Destroying every tie I had to you.
Killing off every hope of your return.
It is painful. But necessary.
I cry now so I can be happy later.