I walk around this derelict and decrepit house,
wondering how long it's been since I last set foot here.
Everything remains untouched since the night you disappeared.
How could you simply vanish without rhyme or reason?
Time goes by so slowly, stuck in one season.
No one has known your whereabouts for a very long time,
I stand silently until I jump at the sound of a clock chime.
The floorboards creak, as I enter the next dimly lit room.
this used to be your favourite, now it's all filled with gloom.
I feel you haunting me as I breathe in the stale stench in the air,
I sense you looking down on me as I sit in your old armchair.
I see your photograph on the mantelpiece, and I shiver to the core,
Nevertheless, there's a glimmer of hope, as you are still unaccounted for.