The house with the blue staircase

Someone was literally just here--
The doormats on the stair railing
And there's a child's coat on the balcony.....
The signs of everyday life can't be erased

Platonic fantasy, but
Silent as on abandoned graves,
The air is filled with an invisible moisture
Silence and memory infused.

Like a sailing ship abandoned Seabird,
The yard is deserted and the house is neither dead nor alive,
And the maple leaves will not waver a single leaf.

And yet I seem to have lived there -
The second floor and stairs from the corner of...
And to the distant hills she climbed.