Ruins of a Song

The day you left, the place fell to ruins

The day you left, it let itself go. 

The day you left, the lights stopped turning on.

the day you left, I wrote this song.

And when you return, it'll all be empty.

And when you return, it'll be a wreck.

And when you return, the windows will be knocked in.

But when you return, you'll bring life again.

The day you left, the ceiling started rotting.

The day you left, the chandelier fell. 

The day you left, the floor gave out underneath.

The day you left, the lights burnt out.

And when you return, it'll all be empty.

And when you return, it'll be a wreck.

And when you return the stars will question you.

But when you return, you'll be home.

I wrote this about three months ago, for no real reason other than I saw some pictures of some abandoned buildings. So, it's been sitting in drafts for that long, and I am in the process of working on some really heavy stuff right now. I have posts planned, but they are going to take a while to complete.

Emily E.