Nothing much, and little else.
We had a lot of rooms to visit. Nothing simple.
We used a flashlight just to get around
the huge and cluttered building. No one spoke.
Clusters of trash and funny echoes;
something that moved ahead of us, a rat,
maybe a bat or one small roosting owl.
I hummed a tune that was inaudible
and you, you seemed morose, remembering
dead family members, pets you'd lost…
Well, nobody got hurt and no one minded
the pastness of the past, its growing distance.
This was the sort of thing we did at night,
often while sleeping, sometimes when awake.