My house feels like babies never to be born like

Laughter never cascades down her many staircases

My house’s corridors are the rain during funerals

Even my widowed feet do not echo through her halls

My house was never anyone’s home

Like me

Built on pump action gunmetal proceeds

Her ornate rooms are famished

Fools think this old mansion is plagued by ghosts

But she is haunted by the life I hoped to have