He stood at the door

She cried and begged

He didn’t care anymore

She was left plagued

He moved on in his world

She cried herself to sleep

He found himself a new girl

She never seemed to stop her weep

Her whole world seemed to end

Her house grew dark

She left her best friend

She lost her heart

Her bed was cold

Her heart was empty

She had a heart she couldn’t hold

She was completely empty

Her world was gone

He was fine

When is a house not a home?

When is it finally right?

This is when a house is no longer a home