Bones of a Home

Homes are corpses
Graveyards alone
Without the life inside
Only brick and mortar bone.

Memory spectres
Dance on empty stage
The love, the jokes, the anger,
Just faded writing on the page.

This giant you forsake
Your secrets it has known
Hold it’s story close forever
Because you will never lift
It’s bones.

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