The house doesn't echo of loud fights,
It doesn't even have the same vibes,
It doesn't smell of that perfume ; that i used to hate,
The house doesn't get to listen to the low whisperers of us late night enjoying,
Now the house doesn't have two mismatched rooms that never aligned.
The house now remains silent as if it's abandoned,
The house doesn't even shine as bright ; because you were the lantern,
The house reeks only of the freshly painted walls,
The nights seems longer since our talks depend solely on calls,
Our house doesn't seem like ours now, since you have moved so far along.
-
Author:
devil_dear (
Offline) - Published: October 29th, 2024 04:46
- Comment from author about the poem: The poem is from the perspective of the younger sibling who's brother/ sister has moved away after marriage.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 19
Offline)
Comments1
Great write
Thank you!!
You're welcome
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.