An Empty House Poem by Alexander Foald

And now the house is empty
Dusts fly in the trace of anger
I’m sitting here next to your picture
Mostly understand how it feels to be left

If only she knew me
We could have a great time together
Sparing some time out of the weather
It could’ve been such a memory to remember

If only I stood up
I could stop her from being hasty
Maybe she would listen to what I say
And this wouldn’t happen to me

But now the house is empty
And all there left is my only heart
I’m about to cry next to her picture
Barely understand, why she didn’t leave from the start