A house couldn't begin to be a home,
Not without you here,
Four empty walls, without a simple caress,
To hug or kiss goodnight,
A mere room, without any feeling,
Although distance doesn't make it any better,
Like reaching for a star, hoping it too reaches back,
Without stairs to climb, distance becomes enemy,
A familiar stranger,
The television only helps for so long, but soon,
It too begins to watch itself, a blank expression,
No longer full of color,
The recliner becomes just that, a chair,
Whether or not someone is sitting there or not,
A lifeless cushion, waiting to feel the warmth of someone else,
Waiting for the key to unlock the door,
To see your face light the aroma of a candle that's just been sitting there,
A house just isn't a home without you,
To call your name, without answer,
Just to hear your name echo, until it fades away,
Hoping by some twist of faith,
That you'll hear it
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