The House Across the Way

The House Across The Way

I’m here
Why is q st never marked
The red barn
The house…
I looked through the windows
How eerie for it to be
A home of friends
An empty window
I look for shadows
Then furniture
I know its over because the bikes are gone
We have plum trees that are in season
A decorated bedroom
Home away from home turned forever
The beginning of it
The end too
Blue steps to a red door
Freshman year my first party with my first crush
I was so proud to be a friend
We knew each other

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