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Home

Home is a place of memories, frozen in time

Where every corner holds a piece of our lives

But when we leave, it feels like a crime

As the walls and the floors long for our presence to revive

 

The empty rooms echo with loneliness and pain

Aching for the laughter and warmth we once knew

The silence and stillness drive us insane

As each day passes, the home\'s spirit starts to brew

 

But time stands still, and the home remains the same

A ghost of what it used to be, frozen in the past

With no one to love, it starts to lose its flame

And the memories and moments seem to fade fast

 

Yet, the essence of our presence lingers in the air

A reminder of the love and joy we once shared

And though the home may seem sad and bare

It will always hold the moments that we once cared. (\"Home\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.