This well-maintained home
It was a blue rectangle in my yard

Tucked away
I bent over double in the kitchen

On a quiet cul-de-sac
Crying, the first time I saw it

This home is ready for you
The ache of washed up wishing

It offers space to spread out
They photoshopped out the frisbee on the roof that you refused to retrieve

To make it your own
And left in the onions with their fresh sprouts that I neglected 

And enjoy.
Make an offer.