And it begins anew.

There once was a drifter.

Not lost, but seeking.

Wander, he did. Wonders and hardships, found.

(as any drifter)

His journey started, uncertain. Walked.

From here, to there, and back again.

A house opened its doors. For sometime,

the drifter visited. Entered. Left.

Kept walking. Here. There.

And back again.

The house, slowly crept in the drifter's feelings.

It turned into a home to go.

People inside, a made up family.

Imperfect. Growing.

As families go, I guess.

The family ended up too big for the house.

The house became a large building.

The family grew more. Inconstant, now.

People coming and going.

Leaving.

Perhaps too big of a building for the

small family who adopted the drifter.

The family is now gone.

The building does yet remain.

The drifter, once again, walks.

Wanders. Wonders.

He waves goodbye.

And smiles, longing.