It can be uncovered,

But never understood.

It can be interesting,

But never reality,

again.

Memories of the unknown live inside this place.

Who lived here?

What were their stories?

How did they feel?

Were they happy?

Did they have a tragic ending?

Why did they abandon their home?

The warm southern air hits my face through the back door. It ruffles my hair.

I take a deep breath in,

I want to know why?