The house

Do not invite anybody home. A house is falling into the pieces. The roof is leaking and a mold ate the kitchen floor. Do not invite anybody to your house. It is a ruin now. I came to see her in the hospital, after she took to many pills. She was holding given tapestry on her knees: "... and I thought he doesn't love me..." She wanted to come back. Whatever he took, I even do not remember his name, he didn't want to come back. It was final. I know I owe her words of sympathy, but I can't overcome a barrier I built by myself inside of me. Our past keeps hunting us in our future. There is no escape. Yes, I am sorry it happened to her and more I am sorry for one thrown away young life. I guess, it is all mothers nightmare and for her it came thorough. We moved from the house into an apartment. The house was torn down. Copyright (c) Marie Neumann Pottsville, 2011 Pottsville, 1/15/2012