There was nothing to remember

She stood in the doorway of the old house, wondering if she would find what she was looking for there. Years ago, this house, now empty, barren and gray, was filled with warmth, laughter and joy. This old house use to mean more than a simple piece of real estate. She glanced from left to right, searching all corners seen from the doorway, as if willing the empty spaces to resonate with long ago buoyancy. This empty hallway where once she ran freely and gaily, unknowing that in the future no footsteps would echo anymore on the wooden floorboards, that no voices would bounce of the walls. This house that once held so much promises holds nothing but rotting paneling and a smell of decay only achieved after years of neglect. No. After a quick decisive stare, she realize that there was no use to hold on to echoes of the past. The joy and gaiety which she longed for wasn't to be found in this old house. There was nothing to remember here anymore. What memories were once held within this structure was long gone along with the last of its inhabitants. Truly, there was nothing left there. All that she longed for are nothing that could be found in these dusty halls anymore.