An empty house, once filled with life
Now just a shell, a lonely sight.
Memories haunt me in every room
Of all the joy, the love, the bloom.
I roam the halls, a ghost of what used to be
A shell of myself, lost in misery.
The silence is deafening, the emptiness overwhelming
I hold onto the memories, steadfast and clinging.
I try to find solace in the memories we made
But they only serve to deepen my despair.
Grief consumes me, a never-ending wave
I miss you so much, it’s a constant ache.
