This is the place

Concrete and carpet and walls made of stone

This is the place that we once called our home

These are the steps where we laid our hopes and our fears

These are the shadows that changed with the years

These are the rooms where we made beds to rest

These walls hold the echoes of when we were our best

These bricks, they cling onto each worry, each fight

Each gentle I love you whispered into the night

There is joy in the windows and dreams turned to dust

There are pipes that hold far more than water and rust

And secrets hang in corners like dust in the sun

Every touch, kiss, or sorry, every fight lost and won

But it’s the light and the laughter I hold in my mind

Now this is the place that we leave behind.