The Empty Room

Sun shining down
On white washed fencing
Caging in the house
Once broken and burned.
Light glistening through
Windows clearly showing
All the rooms inside
The reconstructed home.
Hardwood floors
Newly purchased sofa
Kitchen sparkling clean
The memories washed away.
Up the stairs
The space remains
My heart left hanging
In the only empty room
Darkness lurking
With dust gathering
Full of past and present
In the attic of the house.
Voices echoing sadly
Where once was laughter
Children ran the halls
Before we tore our lives apart.
Now just shadows playing
Through beams of hope
For new beginnings
In the house with an empty room.

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