House

I missed my childhood,

The smell of small and narrow elevator,

Stops at 12th floor because it doesn’t go to odd floors.

Go down 1 level,

Walk along the corridor,

Reminiscing of us as a kids,

Playing sorts of game,

Remembering every each resident in this 4 doors.

Going to the house number 10.

I missed it.

Wasn’t all happy memories

But at least Ayah was there.

That house wasn’t feel like mine.

It was small,

Narrow,

But cozy.

It was our house.

Way different than the house im in right now.

This was bigger,

Way bigger,

But why i still doesn’t feel like this is mine?

Or I didn’t even had one,

From the start?