Each time I drive past it
It just looks like it is asleep
Our old house
Nestled between two giants
looks sad, hollow, abandoned
I said to him — more than a few times
Either we move or we get a helium machine
It is true…
Broke the jar a few times
Changed plans
Dreams diminished
Now we know
We didn’t need a helium tank at all
But only
Our little house by the lake