listen to the empty room
hear the pained whispers
they are deep in the walls
in the patterned paper

the coldness of the air
is the coldness of their breath
this is what it feels like
to have nothing left

the creaks in the floor
are the aches in their bones
pain caused from
years of feeling alone

the color of their hearts
is the same as the grass
green with envy
and a jealous past