Missing two souls who made it whole

The only chaos I find myself longing for

The laughter, the late-night chatter,

Echoing softly in the corner of my world

The pictures on the walls whispering tales,

Every element echoing a loss too deep to name.

The nostalgia that comes with what once was

A scent that lingers,

The foundation of all I believe,

Etched in the walls

In a place we all call home.