The House, Alone Poem by Rob Knetsch

all the sour cream was spilled
has been dripping on the tiled floor
as the kitchen door was still open
and the key was lost many years ago

in the living room the carpet was old and faded
and definitely not cleaned in a long time
as were the windows, and dust everywhere
countless cigarette butts on the floor

nobody has visited this house for years
it was abandoned and left cold and alone
had to take care of itself, but had no power
now it will be alone again, and forgotten

"the house, alone" © Rob Knetsch 2014