#WritcoPoemChallenge
Lost in time,
weaved with memories,
It was but an old house
but to me it was everything

It's bones once filled with laughter and love
now stands silent in the wind,
It's color vibrant like a painted sky
now crumbles like a dead rose.

A house once bold and born from the tools of the trees must now be one with from whence it came.

Lost in time
weaved with memories,
my heart aches for this house I called mine.