The house is a home
and a fortress upon a foundation.
But when the house is no longer
there,
does the home disappear too?
Or does it die?
When the walls crumble
and the chimney tumbles
in a heap of stone,
when the floorboards rot away,
and all that is left is an inexplicably
solid front door
(A door to nowhere),
standing like a lonely guard before Buckingham palace,
where do the memories go?
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 6
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