Many years down the line,
my house will be empty
Filled with all of the memories of my past
but no one will be home
The house will collect dust
through the years of its abandonment
Small animals and insects
will infest its decaying floorboards
and cracked windowsills,
Cozying into the old cushioned chairs and mattresses,
Basking in the hazy sunshine
let in through the begrimed window
Reclaiming this fossil as their own
It will be filled with riches for the curious
From old books and pendants,
to the letters written for loved ones
that I was too faint-hearted to send out
It will house all of my secrets;
all of my accomplishments
and embarrassments
It will show how fearlessly I loved all
but myself
It will show my sadness and loneliness
It will show the darkness that roamed my mind
But by then,
I will be gone
No loved ones left to mourn me
No loss to grieve
All that will be left behind is my little house;
Filled with all my little treasures
Left to be lost in time
Feb 1
Feb 1, 2026 at 9:45 PM UTC
Many years down the line,
my house will be empty
Filled with all of the memories of my past
but no one will be home
The house will collect dust
through the years of its abandonment
Small animals and insects
will infest its decaying floorboards
and cracked windowsills,
Cozying into the old cushioned chairs and mattresses,
Basking in the hazy sunshine
let in through the begrimed window
Reclaiming this fossil as their own
It will be filled with riches for the curious
From old books and pendants,
to the letters written for loved ones
that I was too faint-hearted to send out
It will house all of my secrets;
all of my accomplishments
and embarrassments
It will show how fearlessly I loved all
but myself
It will show my sadness and loneliness
It will show the darkness that roamed my mind
But by then,
I will be gone
No loved ones left to mourn me
No loss to grieve
All that will be left behind is my little house;
Filled with all my little treasures
Left to be lost in time
