My mind an attic of cobwebs and broken glass
Bones creak like wooden flooring beneath a footstep
My heart simply a boarded window after being vandalized one, two, three times too many.
Why do I keep letting them in?
Is it because the front door of this haunted house does not lock?
Or is it that the walls of this place are hopeful that this one will appreciate the artistry upon them?
After all, this house was once a home.
Decorated and filled with light and laughter.
But everyone leaves.
People die.
Kids grow up.
Lovers walk away.
They leave behind things like toys
Memories.
Houses.
I am the home that was abandoned.
In their lifetime, I was good enough.
I was good enough to plant laughter within.
I was good enough to see love grow.
The front door locked
And these walls did not beg for love because it was already surrounded by it.
But everyone leaves.
So here I stand with nothing left in me
A haunted house
Empty
Cold
Forgotten
Abandoned
My head hollow and walls begging for love.
As they move on and press forward in their lives,
May they never forget the girl who loved like home.