The empty walls reveal this home's nakedness
It's quiet, it's simple
It's bare and desolate

It's a man who's lost his identity
Lost the entities of himself

So fragile, yet nothing to break
So burnable, yet nothing combustible
So emotional, yet quite stoic

I walk to the places where we once made love
Where I once painted my nails
Where I slept under the stars
Where you cared for me in sickness
Where we lived

White noise
Where nothing is heard, and what's heard means nothing

I'm small in a big place, one that means nothing anymore
But I feel this a folly, because I know that it means everything
To me