Restoration?

[itskrys]

He walked up behind me and asked what I was doing.
I said, "I'm building a house."
Cheerfully, he said, "Oh, well I'll help you."
We worked and worked for years.
The house was beautiful.
More beautiful than it could have been if I had made it alone.

But soon the house fell into disrepair.
The walls grew weak against the power of the wind.
The house was ransacked, and eventually was abandoned.

I tried to revisit the house.

It's empty now.
But I still remember what was inside.
And it's still beautiful to me.