Crossed Keys
This empty house
was once so full of life,
this life does get by us.
Once children played in this house.
Once people smiled and
shared their love in this house.
This home, my home,
that I have always
been a part of,
always longed for
and rarely had.
This home has been a good one.
We had bad times,
times that slipped by.
Now she is gone.
P. J. Campise
