When the House was Standing

A tree fell on my house today. The house that I loved. The house that was supposed to be our second chance at being a family.
A tree fell on my house. The house that did not bring us all together like I thought it would. The house whose walls were more often surrounded by screaming than laughter.
A tree fell on my house. The house held in gates that brought a smile to my face while driving through them everday. The house encraved in sparkling marble and the only one in the neighborhood of it's kind.
A tree fell on my house. The house that I loved. The house that I called home. The house that once held a family. This is the perfect symbol for the reality that I face.
We will never be together again.