The fog rolled back just enough to reveal the house
with no glass on its windows and no knobs on its doors.
They stood there for a moment, silent
staring at paint peeling off the walls.
She would not wander closer
he could not stand far away.
Transfixed on the road she stayed, swaying
as he went through the front door.
There was no roof overhead
grass was growing through the floor.
He stood there inside the open, thinking
this was the home he fought for.
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