A Lonely House

There is a house on the street
Old and forgotten
Between rows of shiny new condominiums

No one knows who lived here
Or how long ago it was
But the house seems to say something

It cannot be seen during the day
But in the night, you will find it
And you cannot help but stop

Because it is telling a story
Of what was once here, of another world
That you and I will never get to see