this house is not a home

please come home,

i love you so

what would you say,

do you even know?

that the world started crumbling

metaphorically, of course

as soon as you quickly & quietly left this place,

left us in a state of

uncertainty.

there is no beautiful way to tell you

that i’m lonely,

but are you still proud of me?

it doesn’t feel like living, only existing and

i’m so sorry that i lost

all

motivation

to live,

as soon as you did.

#poetry #shortpoem #melancholia