You could go back, but nobody would be there
The once-warm walls, that saw every fight
every scream
every tear
every laugh
Now stand empty, lonely
There are no cars in the driveway
No shoes at the door
No food in the fridge
You could go back.
But it would be an empty house
In an empty town.
With empty memories.
Because that's just what they are.
Memories.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 1:35 AM UTC
You could go back, but nobody would be there
The once-warm walls, that saw every fight
every scream
every tear
every laugh
Now stand empty, lonely
There are no cars in the driveway
No shoes at the door
No food in the fridge
You could go back.
But it would be an empty house
In an empty town.
With empty memories.
Because that's just what they are.
Memories.
I wrote this back in Nov of 2024, but it's always been one of my favorites that I've written.
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