An Empty Home
I feel lost, hollow, a shadow thin,
A whisper left where I had been.
A piece of me has slipped away,
Forgotten, lost—too far to stay.
What am I to do but roam,
Through empty halls that once felt home?
I chase a ghost I cannot find,
A moment gone, a past unkind.
I reach, I grasp, but time won’t bend,
It does not break, it does not mend.
The echoes fade, the silence grows,
A story told that no one knows.
And so I stand in memories dim,
The light once bright now cold and grim.
What am I to do but yearn,
For what was mine, yet won’t return?