House

Home
The wall were empty nothing hung on them
The pictures were gone no faces showed
The rooms were all bare, bare as could be
Empty space filled the small house
It filled each room with a sense of terror
Every empty area used to be a story of the people
But the story was moved and left the house empty
I walked into the empty house
I walked through each room
I remember each moment
Memories danced through the halls though the house was empty
Each room told their stories one last time before a new story began
When the halls had been hung with personality they gave the effect home, but now they gave the effect gone
For this house was the one that contained us but is not holding us any longer.
I shed a tear
Maybe more
For this was home but now not
For it held memories
Which I have forgotten
And some which I hold
But now  as I walk out of the home
I walk out of the small place of comfort
The memories come with me
Leaving the house
And now the house lies empty
Waiting to become a home.