Memory house
Dust in the walkway.
Lights long burned out.
Echoes of laughter.
I step through.
Past the dust.
Past the memories.
It is dark.
The cold air rushes through me.
It is cold.
There is nothing left for me here.
I step through rooms.
They miss the warmth they used to know.
This house is sad.
I feel it's heart breaking.
I am it's only visitor.
Because I am the only one who remembers.
The pain.
The sorrow.
My death.
Lights long burned out.
Echoes of laughter.
I step through.
Past the dust.
Past the memories.
It is dark.
The cold air rushes through me.
It is cold.
There is nothing left for me here.
I step through rooms.
They miss the warmth they used to know.
This house is sad.
I feel it's heart breaking.
I am it's only visitor.
Because I am the only one who remembers.
The pain.
The sorrow.
My death.
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I don't know why I wrote this I was feeling dark