She started crying quietly as she stared out the window at our little house that we had to give up because of a predator.
Our poor house, she wept, as I drove slowly down the dark drive, past the house we had loved and called home for eight years, obscured now by broken down vehicles, old toys, and trash.
What warm light through yonder windows shone when she was ours...
Here lie the ruins of
what once we called Home.
Crowded, yet empty now,
because the light has all gone.