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Nobody’s Home
The vines tangled inside
The furniture covered in dust
Rusted nails, peeling paint
It’s quite quaint
A once warm home
Rooms that didn’t feel so small
Hardly any clutter
Empty, utterly
Quite literally
Empty
I’ve sat and waited,
Watched for the elderly couple to come home
I watched as the days went by
Days turned to weeks and then years
I’ve felt tears
from the sky
And I wonder why
They haven’t cleaned the floors
Or dusted the furniture
Or tended to the flowers
Or even said goodbye
The furniture covered in dust
Rusted nails, peeling paint
It’s quite quaint
A once warm home
Rooms that didn’t feel so small
Hardly any clutter
Empty, utterly
Quite literally
Empty
I’ve sat and waited,
Watched for the elderly couple to come home
I watched as the days went by
Days turned to weeks and then years
I’ve felt tears
from the sky
And I wonder why
They haven’t cleaned the floors
Or dusted the furniture
Or tended to the flowers
Or even said goodbye
Published 3rd Oct 2024
Author's Note
This is about my grandmother and grandfather’s house. They passed away a few years ago and my dad has yet to do anything with the house and it’s overgrown and looks totally different than the home I grew up in; I imagine that if the house was alive if it would ask these questions
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