This House

This house stands at the end of our street

The lights are off no one goes near

We wonder who lives here

People stray far away from this house

For it has weeds growing their yard

A window is smashed

And the driveway is cracked

But this day

Where I was standing in front of it

A light flickered

Then it was dark

No one believes me

But on that day

This house was real.