I stared out of the window at the old, grand house,
a residence that we’d left only half conquered,
and heard the echo of the pebbles scattered about the old
green trail,
remembered our hushed voices and muffled laughter as we ascended
the staircase with excitement,
heard our footsteps and chatter ringing throughout the
empty streets,
and remembered the long drive that we managed to get
lost on twice-
our names are scribbled into the logbook from days gone
by, smiles written into history with ink made of joy…
the key is waiting in the drawer*