Ghost Town

The feeling you get when visiting the house you just moved out of.

 

Vacant

Completely empty of everything

Except for the occasional item.

They were left behind, forgotten

Just like the house.

 

Looking around, she couldn’t help but think-

Everything was so familiar

Yet so distant.

 

With every room she entered

She felt like she lost a little piece of herself.

A piece of herself she felt would take a while

To reattach itself to her heart.

 

Taking in the familiar sights

She felt her heart racing the way it would

When she would run.

Her eyes closed

And she watched memories

Dance across her lids.

 

Reality sunk in at that moment

There would be no more memories made here.

Everything belonged to the past

Never to be brought to the future.

 

 

Author's Note

Thoughts are appriciated. :)

Reviews

[Edalene Connell]

This has a sad tone to it. I like it.

[Simone]

Very sad. This reminds me of when my father died and we had to move house. Wonderfully portraid. Love it.

[Theresa]

This is sad and has such a truth to it. I remember when I was younger and my parents wanted to sell the house and I know if it actually went through this is exactly how I would have felt. A house is so much more then that, it harbors so many memories and it must be heartbreaking to leave it behind. This poem displayed all of that emotion, nicely done. Thanks for sharing.