This is an empty house,
A house that's lost its soul.
The laughter and joy that once echoed through it,
Faded away with time and age.
The driveway with bikes once lying on it
Lies empty and forgotten.
The yard where lifetime memories were created
Remains brown and dull.
The room that was once full of drawings from friends,
And childhood trinkets lies empty.
For one day I wish I could go back,
To wake up in that room again.
So I could live life just like a kid again,
Because I know I never will.
Comments
The ways we come to view our homes as distinct entities, friends...! I was lucky enough to grow up in the house that my parents built and still live in to this day, so I'm lucky, too, that I can always return to the memories of my childhood. I imagine it's incredibly difficult to have to say goodbye to the place you were raised in. I hope writing this piece was cathartic, at least, and that it helps you hold on to some of your recollections.
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