Evermore

On a lonely stretch of beach, high on a cliff face, where the breeze blows a little too cold, and the sun sets before the color in the sky have time to touch the earth, stands a single home. Much like the cliff itself, the home stands abandoned,  cold to the world. It is said that the last owner of this home was drawn to the edge of the cliff, pulled over by the weight of their sorrow. The cliff has drawn many more sorrowful souls to it since,  offering them the promise of long forgotten peace. The house could do nothing but watch as lost soul after lost soul disappeared over the edge of its God forsaken front yard. What could a house do? It has no ability to reach out, to shut its own doors around the broken, in order to warm their frozen hearts. The home wore its sadness on its walls and bore the pain in its framework,  praying that one day, the wind and rain might shave the cliff down enough that it too could disappear over its crumbling face. Maybe then it could collect all of those wondering souls there at the bottom,  and finally be filled again.