this empty house,
haunts me as it fills slowly with the contents of nothing,
too much air to breathe in this space where I lived,
too many memories.
these chipped walls,
the echoes bouncing off of the surfaces,
filling voids in my chest with more nothingness,
i'm sorry if this looks bleak.
this old hope,
once a place of new and loud possibilities,
humble beginnings where we found our family.
no longer full of the laughter and moments that lit up these rooms like a firework show.
this old hope of a place that has been torn down.
this shell of a brick construct has taken over the shape of what once was my favorite place to be.
goodbye,
dear friend.
-s
