Someone else (a short story or a poem)

Pieces of leaves 

that were dried and broken

long ago 

crunched under his feet

as he entered

the abandoned house

that was home

to many people before him

Now the time had come

for him to take care of it

and let it take care of him.

Until one day

he would leave

and let the house

be home

to someone else.

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