abandoned

I'm in an abandoned house sort of mood today.  The ones that you see from the road as you drive into the countryside.  Ones that have been long deserted and look as if the earth is ready to swallow them up.

I want to go inside and explore.  Lay down on the old floorboards and think of the people that once lived there.  Someone used to love this place.  Someone grew up here, dreamed here, walked these floors, looked out these shattered windows. 

Maybe they still do... 

An old friend came by the shop today. 

Sometimes that can be uncomfortable.  Past lives, past loves, the good old days and the not-so-good old days all sprung unexpectedly into your day.   

Instead, we talked about the present, the now of our lives, and what we wanted for the future.  It was nice.  It was like our past was there, but it was in our back pocket, not the foreground.  

Thank you, old friend.  It was nice to see you again.