Our old house

The house where I was raised

Now belongs to strangers

The chalk signatures of friends

Washed away

The secret passage connecting bedrooms

Stuffed with unused clutter

Do they know what happened here?

Years of family bliss

Erased by tragedy

One young life

Gone in the night

How could all of this

Be snuffed out in mere minutes?

New memories cannot remove it.

Ghosts hover forever.