Missing two souls who made it whole
The only chaos I find myself longing for
The laughter, the late-night chatter,
Echoing softly in the corner of my world
The pictures on the walls whispering tales,
Every element echoing a loss too deep to name.
The nostalgia that comes with what once was
A scent that lingers,
The foundation of all I believe,
Etched in the walls
In a place we all call home.