Mar 20, 2021
2 min read
The Next Inhabitant
A Poem
There’s this twinge of silence and emptiness as if it almost didn't belong, a 20 down the road and the creaking of misplaced floorboards and mahogany doorknobs —
a silent yet resilient pushing against the wind, the inertia that lies in the same plane but seen in different lenses. There is this house, a house of one family of two gaps
