The door looks smaller,

The windows darker.

It’s the curtains -

They’re a different color.

And on the door,

a wreath we never had.

And a mat we never used.

“Welcome”

A happy home.

I stop and stare

And remember

The fights, the anger,

The laughs, the life.

Time passed so fast.

Where are they now?

Where am I?

This stranger in the street,

Was yesterday my friend.