Broken pillar, trembling floor,
Cracks that whisper of days once more.
Dust on the door, shadows long past,
Echoes of memories that will ever last.

I called it home, despite its wear,
Love was the paint that mended despair.
The rift at the base where hearts once met,
Now a hollow space where dreams have fled.

Outside, I gaze at the shell I cherished,
An empty frame where warmth had flourished.
My presence gave life to each creak and sigh,
Without me, this home’s just a structure left to lie.

© Ravi Pradhan