day 27; 30705

I think I shall
always dream of
that house. No matter
how old I get, nor
how far I live, it is
the home I most long for,
and the one
I will never
see again.

One day,
they'll tear it down—
that drafty, dusty
farmhouse—and
I won't ever get
to go home.

I wonder
if the dreams will stop
then?