On Consoling My Shadown

You’re going to be okay.
There are just a few things you are going to have to get used to.
Not much has changed in this house
Call home
Call hell
Call trash
Called everything but it’s name
body.
The furniture is still the same.
The couch is still there.
The blue you picked.
Remember by the wall we used to stand on.
Remember the wall we used to stand on.
It's still there.
Still black.
Most of the walls are.
I managed to get a few down after they left.
I’m not sure if you are okay with that but they left.
The scary faces are all gone now.
It’s just me and you.
Roaming aimlessly around these empty halls.
I know it’s a little lonely without them
but it’s better for us this way.
You cannot tell me you weren’t scared every night at those parties.
You cannot tell me you didn’t think every party might have been the last one.
You cannot tell me you didn’t cry every you
as you silently followed me down to the dark depths of our soul.
Wishing you could be in the light again.
I know those stairs are dusty.
No one has been down there in a very long time.
Not since before they moved in.
Causing once open doors to locked and boarded up.
You cannot tell you aren’t glad I finally kicked down the front door
and told them to get out.
Told them this is my house,
Call home,
Call heaven,
Call beautiful,
Call body.
It’s empty now.
The furniture is still there.
I just redecorated a bit.