Do people even carry cash anymore?

Hey house, it's good to see you 

Rosebuds gone but you still look great

Does your new family care about you?

Do they remember to talk to you at night?

Hey house, it's me again.

I was just in town and wanted to see if

They had paved the cracks in your driveway

And if the crepe myrtle is blooming

Hey house, long time no see.

I drive over to visit you still.

I sit on the green electrical box

And remember the fireflies that used to float by the creek out back

Do you still drop fluid on an empty sectional? 

Did we ever fix that water heater that only bubbled in the winter?

I wonder if you remember me in the school year.

Hey house, it's been pretty rough since I left.

I can't taste the cinnamon candles we used to light around Christmas,

And the smell of mildew and ivy have been deodorants.

I miss the heat of the summer and the cool concrete isolation of your cement floors.

Hey house, I needed to see you again. 

Your trellis is gone, and they shaved your bushes. The rabbit family I fed must have moved to another place, way far away.

I gotta be honest, I'm not sure if you'll recognize me. 

House, did I mean as much to you as you did to me?

Do you choke on my thoughts, drizzling rain pouring down like holy oil?

Do you cut your own grass, or let the weeds flourish into a beard of dandelions and clover?

Hey house. I don't know who I am anymore 

I see your same shape, but the bricks have crumbled into new colors. 

Your eyes speak of memories that gnaw and drool.

The drywall holes where we hid weed and lighters and emotions are patched.

You look the same, but are as alien to me as a meteor shattering the Atlanta metro sky.

Have we grown or have we aged? 

I'm not sure if I know the difference.