Home

I was convinced I was home to you

So when you walked out that back door

With your possessions that last time

Storm clouds took residence on the property

After your cab left

It started downpouring with a thunderstorm you only see in the movies

The house started creaking every which way

The frame started slumping, the foundation cracking

When you were holding her hand

The house started crumbling

Please come back home

It needs renovations

And it refuses anyone else

Reviews

[Brittany Zedalis]

I really love this. It's so well written! I love that you used a crumbling house.