untouched

It sits
untouched
by time and by my father,
waiting for her return.

I would not say
unkept,
but still neglected
and unfinished;
still waiting.

Unfinished projects
frozen:
half-painted walls,
half-fixed fences,
half-healed hearts.

Passerbys
do not notice
(if they stop at all)
the stiff
architecture;
the stagnate
air
lingering within.

The house
is her
and she
is dead;
yet remains
untouched
waiting for her return.