stranger to history
There's an aching authenticity to some homes, every perfect square of siding and chinked crack in the stone foundation. Four panes per window, each shadow cast in a cross on the floor inside. Don't mind time, someone has to hold back to the beginning. Your last set of shingles are thinning, and I'm sure you're already taking on water – I hope someone knows you're not beyond repair. I grew up like a stranger to history, staring down homes that sat empty even longer than I've existed. Now, I slow up on the shoulder, lean over and greet them through the passenger window. I wonder if any will outlive me.
stranger to history
There's an aching authenticity to some homes, every perfect square of siding and chinked crack in the stone foundation. Four panes per window, each shadow cast in a cross on the floor inside. Don't mind time, someone has to hold back to the beginning. Your last set of shingles are thinning, and I'm sure you're already taking on water – I hope someone knows you're not beyond repair. I grew up like a stranger to history, staring down homes that sat empty even longer than I've existed. Now, I slow up on the shoulder, lean over and greet them through the passenger window. I wonder if any will outlive me.