House

Home, this home reminded me of you. He's always open, but not for me.

Picking up keys to a rusty door, they get stuck or break.

It is always dark in the house, and only in the corners does light penetrate through small cracks.

It is negligible, unable to illuminate space.

The first time I saw it, I wanted to stay in it.

Today it is empty and needs renovation.

I sometimes come because of an impudent habit, he also stands.

He waits and believes that someone will come in with open rusty doors.

Having picked up the keys if he can.