a home abandoned long enough returns to its base components walls, windows, doors, floors and ceilings the sum becomes considerably less than its parts old books lean listlessly on shelves next to faded pictures of places long-forgotten, friends no longer familiar a film of dust covers them all the last mix tape from years ago hides at the bottom of the box at the back of the shelf in the closet never opened the dust on the doorknob is proof of its neglect we are more likely to pick at scabs than encourage healed wounds to remember the sting of…