The house will haunt you long after
you leave it. Opening the doors
of all your dreams, to take
possession, never let you go.
The night, once more, will find you there,
back walking dusty passageways
and living in cold, ancient rooms,
peering through clouded windowpanes.
The time will come for you to walk
away from yesterdays. Although,
it's harder than you think to close
the doors of all those memories.
[See here for an explanation of these posts labelled as Monday Poem]
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