Lonely House


Up there sits a lonely house.
Memories lie sleeping within,
Snoring in time to the wind,
All bunched up in one skin.

The glass is bruised and battered.
Peel open one dust-veined eyelid;
Let the ghosts peek through.
I foresaw this long before you did.

Broken promises, trampled trust
Seized the house’s stillborn heart,
It lies in its own decaying grave now
As we drift and float further apart.

Cobwebs kiss the stale imprints
You left behind; fading day by day.
They are all I have left of you;
I cannot sweep them away.


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