There's a house missing,
on the road, you paved,
in this, bustling city,
that is, my heart.

It was home, to all, our reminiscing,
on the misty, cul-de-sac, I'd wave,
with knees, grazed, and, gritty,
as you smiled, like an arc.

The beloved bricks, and, mortar, that held
your house, and, our familial bonds,
together;
are, now,...