this the second and the final part.

in my despair
i return to the old,
haunted house
i'd once called home.

my daily routines had now transformed
into the rhythm of a jobless man.
i woke up each day with vague purpose,
wandering aimlessly through the house,
hoping to find solace
in the echoes
of my own voice.

the loneliness weighed heavily on me,
i clung to the illusion of conversation
with inanimate things,
refusing to accept the painful reality
that i was alone.

i was truly alone.

one day,
as i meandered through the dimly lit hallway,
i passed a dusty, cracked mirror
that had long gone unnoticed.
i reached for a rag to dust off its surface,
and as the image began to reveal itself.
...