This house
It’s only a fragment of home
Whenever you’re gone
It’s quiet
Not even a whisper of another human life
Not within these walls
My reflection sends drops of illness
Into the place in my heart where I need you
Where I need you to be always
That’s the place where you make this house
A home
It creeks when you’re not here
It cries for your presence too
The wooden floors feel harder
The darkness is darker
And no number of lights can shut it out
Even the warmth of fire
Is cold to me here
Alone
It’s all cold
It’s all numb
And it all holds secrets
Secrets I try to escape from
I bury my head in pillows
I get cozy beneath sheets
I surround myself with comforting objects
But they cannot fill that place in my heart where I need you
Where I need you to be always
That’s the place where you make this house
A home
