You were a house
You became a home
You were warm

Now your walls are baren
and the warmth chills to the bone
your still a house, but not a home

Laughter once echoed
Now covered by the shouts
overlooked in the frustration

The items left in the rush
are the ones I hold dear
the ones that shaped your warmth

All the items that made you cold
were moved first
leaving behind marks of the icicle claws

You were once a home
you were once warm
Now you're a house

a house full of horrors
that makes my skin crawl
and my body wishes to run from