I miss the life I use to live

But it’s easier to remember only the best things, when they become a distant memory

The bad things that made me leave, easily forgotten when they no longer hurt so deep

The house I still call home, even though the contents no longer feel so
I haven’t come to grab all my things - I simply don’t want to leave

An empty room is not what I should see
The clock is ticking loudly, distant emptiness, no one to see

I have to let go of the place that is no longer my home
I cry as I try to remember only the best times we all shared, wondering the house there is no sight of me

I miss home and the person that made it feel that way,
how I long for those days.