My House
It was big and yellow
The door was red and tall
It was a halfway empty home
It was too big for us
It was beautiful though
And the walls reflected and absorbed the hot sun
And cold snow
Like every single memory stuck to the walls
Half colored papers plastered on refrigerator doors,
And it wasn’t really just my home
It was my life
For 6 thick years
One thought on “My House”
Love you.