Quiet settled on the old house, I watched from the doorway, an empty room, a pretty door
Us, it was perfect for us, a fancy backsplash, hardwood to clack on, accents of yellow
A new adventure began, together we carved moments into space and time, leaving scars on the hardwood
It soon became a home, I loved arriving to your presence, our energies bolstering this space
Never was the same without you, I still feel your echoes in this space, haunting but comforting
Too scared to move on from the past, too many moments block my vision of the future
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Joshua Bull
An aspiring writer. I enjoy writing short stories on the relationships between people and the surreal. My poetry is a deep dive into intense emotions within moments.
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This poem is like pale sunlight coming through a window but not doing anything to warm an empty room on a cold winter day. Sad but beautiful writing, well done