One Autumn day I took
A walk around the block
And would you know it
I accidentally
Turned onto an all too familiar street
I didn't realize it
Until I had gotten almost halfway up the road
The veins on the leaves
Like fingerprints, a telling sign
I had been here once before
The house we left
To move on to better things
There it lay
Among the trees
The once vibrant leaves
Of red, orange, and gold
Lay a matted mess of deadened brown
Upon the steps up to the door
A window broken in the upstairs bedroom
Spiders’ webs sharp as knives
The shards still scattered in the streets
Wooden floors that had absorbed
Far too many rains
And creaked and smelt of rot
Like a corpse
The sweet acrid scent still in the air
Dusty spiders' webs hung in the corners
Which the spiders had left just like us
To move on to better things
The backyard overgrown
With the blackberry bushes
We used to pick in the summer time
Their little hands
Had crawled up the sides
Little thorns like needles
Dug their way into the walls
And refused to let go with all their might
But I had already moved on
And forward I walked