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.