There was a house we crafted from

Our joys and desperation. Now, floorboards are splintered from our

Blubbering tears, and window sills are packed

Under layers of our depression. The wood we thought would last forever, no longer

Indestructible. Where the

Land brimmed with discussion, a

Dark hush has fallen from time and tragedy. There was a house that

Accumulated light dropped from our smiles, 

Held the delicacy within its walls. That loyal gleam lingered with me, until it

Obligingly left with my deft betrayal. 

The silence following my absence

Makes every corner ache. The

Entrails of our life encased in shrouded stillness.