Boarded up and left alone
quietly sleeping on the hill
.drafty windows.
.weeping willow.
where I used to be
she’s not so sad to me, no.
she’s not so old to me
squeeking doors and scuffed up floors
tattered drapes
torn from their rods
songs and lies down every hall
but still there’s sweetness in this dust
Unfinished Song by Angie Hoover-Hillhouse
More of Angie’s Poetry here:
https://theshowtellproject.wordpress.com/category/pieces-of-us/poetry/
The Show Tell Project 
Enjoyed 🙂
Thank you, Kenneth!
exquisite storytelling in verse. tony
Thank you for taking the time to read. I am flattered! I just added a link to the post that will take you to more poetry if you wish.
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Angie