It took years to build his dream house.
He gathered treasures from near and far.
For as long as he could remember he had a vision.
He’d always known what he wanted.
All was in place, just as he had planned.
His search for the perfect resident had begun.
He chose her carefully from his cherished collection.
He placed her in his favorite room in
She was happy to live in such luxury.
Her needs were provided for.
He kept a watchful eye on his treasure,
and his coveted prize.
At times he’d rearrange the furniture.
He’d kept the house in pristine order.
It was all for her.
Years had passed
She moved from room to room,
only to realize her house was made of metal.
And nothing ever changed,
except the years that stole her beauty and her sanity.
Nothing had ever been real,
only for him.
~ Lorraine Carey