Abandoned House

I stop by your abandoned house for one last time

And the inside is devoid of the life that once filled it

Making it home.

 

The picture frames are cracked and falling off the wall

Like the memories they hold

And your smile, once wide, is now faded and dusty.

 

As I enter the kitchen

Where you once held me and called me pet

I noticed Grandads calendared pills still remain on the bench.

 

Meanwhile, the living room feels skeletal

With the bookshelf and cabinet both empty

And no cat hiding under the dinner table hungrily mewing.

 

The house smells moth-like

Just the way I remember

Which is comforting.

 

I miss this place

But more than anything

I miss you.

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