And now, they sit empty. Forgotten. I can’t help but wonder why. Did someone walk away, thinking they’d be back, only to never return? Did an old couple live there until they just couldn’t anymore, leaving it behind like an old photograph tucked in a drawer? Maybe money got tight, and they had no choice but to go. Or maybe time just moved on, the world changing around it until the house no longer fit.
Whatever the reason, these homes stand as ghosts of lives once lived. I drive past and find myself thinking about that last moment—the last time someone turned off the lights, locked the door, and walked away. What was going through their mind? Did they whisper a goodbye? Did they look back one last time?
The walls may be empty now, but the stories? They’re still there, waiting to be told.
-SAO 2025
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