Home

Our love was turpentine.

It stripped us of colour and love

Until only the truth and pain remained.

How to heal the banished walls of home

When home is no longer You and I

And We, and Us 

As the paint starts to peel

And the wood begins to rot.

Our love was a bare wall.

The pigments once bursting love

Banished us to this cold room that

Screams its blank and empty promise. 

You still linger like dust in the air 

Settling back into my very bones 

As I mourn the remnants of your scent

Thats not yet left my skin.

Our love was hidden rooms. 

Door upon door left unopened

While you concealed the keys

And swore you weren’t constricted. 

Lost in what was once our garden,

Now rotten and bare as the winter 

Of our love left nothing but corpses

And the coldness of bitter goodbyes.

Our love is now an attic.

Lost and rarely seen.

It calls to me in sleepless nights

When I think of what had once been.