When this place was ours And you graced each room And the air was laced With your sweet perfume. And the walls were right And the light was warm With no cares in sight For I’d never mourned. There was always love So above, the roof, Was of sturdy stuff And no tiles were loose. But away you went And the rents began Where your scent still clung And your voice still rang. Now the floor is cracked Where before it shone And the doors are dull Now that you have gone. And the carpet’s worn And torn curtains sway And forlorn’s the place Since you went away.
I Don't Go There Anymore
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I don’t go There anymore. To your bower nestled High Amongst the windswept tors. Where your bones were wrestled Deep Before the ground had thawed. I don’t go There a…
It’s heartbreaking how empty a place can feel when someone’s gone. You captured that sense of loss. The way love and presence can make a house feel alive, and how everything dulls when they’re not there. It’s like the whole space aches absence. Beautiful piece.
Incredibly evocative, Scott, you’ve managed to capture that empty feeling we all experience when someone is gone. Beautiful as ever!✨