Cold, so cold,
barren and hollow,
no longer home,
a truth that's hard to swallow.
Home once alive,
everything has died.

No smell, no noise,
nothing but an empty space.
No pictures on the walls,
not a single smiling face.
Home once alive,
everything has died.

Still there hangs a gentle air,
warm enough to make your hair stand.

Home that was once alive,
not everything has to die.
Not her.