Like an old abandoned house, I have boarded the windows So no one can see out or in. The door is locked and double bolted And the furnace is unlit Because nobody has gotten close enough Or close at all, To the fireplace in the center, slightly to the right To strike a match and ignite it. Its cold and dark, And the ghosts of the past float around, Warning whoever comes near That I'm only good for a demolition Not a remodeling team. The attic is clustered and filled With regret The euphoric sense that I have longed for Was packed in a box, Which the previous tenant took When he left. The floorboards creak with melancholy And the deafening silence Echos the loneliness of a mind That is both too empty and too full All at once. Its beautifully strange And there's a certain mystery That draws people to me, But not enough to make them stay.