The House on the Hill

Forty days quiet.

And many more likely.

The lockbox still hangs.

The lights still on.

The upgrades are few.

But the memories complete.

He remembers birthdays in the kitchen.

A childhood too expensive to let go.

The market is not blind.

Only blind to these things.

It sees:

pricing

and timing,

and silence,

and homes

now beside it.