Home No More

Still chill strikes

as the door opens;

---alone, I enter.

So cold, yet stale,

is the air.

 

This house,

so dark,

is no longer my home;

for you are not here.

 

All color seems faded

to dull grey.

The heart has left this place,

there can be no light here.

I have a house,

yet no home.

 

 

Author's Note

When someone you love dies, there is no hope they will come home; and without them it is not a home, just a house.

Reviews

[luciddreamer]

I understand the write oh so well....thank you for sharing :)