Tears shed for a house come down
For the lives lived
The loves
The families
Secrets whispered into the walls
Love made in bedrooms, on couches
Dinners cooked, drinks spilled
Memories stacked higher than bookshelves
Cobwebs and attics and lost dreams
Sleepless nights
Broken glass
Open the windows and let out the shouts of anger
When stairs go down, hold to what remains