I come home to you.

I come home to the intoxicating sound of your laugh
that ricochets off the walls that held
pictures of a time we both shared.
To the melody of your voice that filled
The rooms where we both laid,
Our footprint on floors that
Held the pain when we both bled

I come home to the light of your smile
On walls that carry memories
Of time we both spent
Hopelessness that bent
My crumbling heart
For moments when we are apart.

I come home to the sound of your foot steps on
marble floors
Held together by walls
That captured our past life in frames
Held together by
moments when love was real
And felt infinite.

I come home to an empty house,
A lonely home
And to the side of the bed
Where you lay no more.