We’re all just fragments of time,
connected by the threads of everyday life.

This home I own was once yours
and will one day be theirs.
No names shared,
but we have — or will have —
slept within the same walls and,
sat and watched the world pass as the sun shines through the bay window

Completely unaware
of this time capsule we hold in common -
You were here.
I am here.
They will be.

And the house just keeps breathing,
holding us all without a word.