The key they’d given me still fit the lock,

but the house no longer felt like home.

The familiar photos still hung on the wall,

But I feel so completely alone.

It’s been eight months since you left,

Not that you had the choice.

But you left me here by myself dammit,

& I really need to hear your voice.

This house is my house, but no…

it’s not a home.

Because you should be here,

Not under a head...

Imagine gold that

Flowed like

Velvet

Melted-down, satin

Smooth-drip

Tune

Strung sing-song

Tethered along

Fabric of a resonant

Heaven sent

Envelope with

Writing that

Is tattered for

The paper bent.

What do we wish for?

A diamond-plated door

Porcelain in accessory

Marble on the floor?

Does it matter when

The path we walk

Carved itself

In how grass grows?

Does the richness of our l...

I was 14

My dad was cheating

My mother was just a girl

The day felt different

Two of my aunts ||: fathers side :||

Came to my home, yelled at me

Came to my room, then assaulted me; left with my father

When two of my cousins heard

Went to pick me and my mother up

Their house was my house for a week

Then back at my place, replaced the locks

The key they’d given me still fit the lock, but the house n...

This was my home once. Now, all I see is four walls and a roof.

I walk upon the floors stained by footprints of varying sizes.

This is the place I was born, the place I grew into the woman I am.

Nobody's home. Every room is bare. This house is empty.

Everyone has left; some to explore this world, others the next.

I am alone here, in this place I once belonged.

I ...

The key fits the lock, but it no longer feels

like the place where I dreamed, where I healed, where I kneeled.

Walls once familiar now distant and cold,

where memories gather, untended and old.

The door swings wide to a hollow sound,

echoes of laughter no longer around.

I step inside, but the warmth is gone,

the light dimmed low, the colors withdrawn.

Footsteps fall where love used to live,

but ...

Smells and scents

Messes and clutter

It all seems different now

We seemed to loose connection from each other

I want to hold you near

Bring you back to my arms

And hold you tight

So we can wish on the stars

Just like we used to

When we held threaded fabric so dear

We empathized for those who were similar

And hated no one

Everything is different now

Nothing is the same in this old town

I suppo...

I cried and I begged,

Frantically searching beneath this strange bed.

An overwhelming sense of dread,

Yearning for a home, comfortable and familiar,

To lay down my weary head.

I sighed in relief,

Regret had held me tight.

There it was,

The intricate brass key,

Its weight familiar in my palm,

A comfort at last, a moment of calm.

The key slipped into the lock with ease,

But something felt wrong—

I...

Souls intertwined for the first time

I felt alive

Looking in your eyes

It felt like a collide

Of magic

Who knew the ending would be so tragic

Nights of arguing left me in a panic

Having manic episodes

Like how could two perfect drivers crash at the crossroads

It’s toxic

Perfect couple

way too end it in a plot twist

I’m not saying it’s your fault but hey if the shoe fits

You kicked m...

I remember that day

Maybe I should have said it louder...

Better...

More?

I don't know

But, better than

“I think”

That line right there,

Now that created a show,

That No one asked for.

Could I take it back,

I wish

Would I?

Abso-freaking-lutely

Might as well laugh about it,

Better than crying.

Right?

That's what people tell me.

I can go back to the same people,

But it will create a...

She laughs in the moment.

As the key slots into the door,

the soft click meeting her every time.

The beige cat in the window blinks lazily,

once catching sight of her,

and then her new companion beside her,

hops from the curtain to greet them.

There’s conversations only the door hears;

the keylock so used to its role as sentinel,

wedging a barrier between strangers and friends.

It observes so muc...