Travelling by the roadside,
I got an opportunity to visit the house where once I used to reside
The walls are old now and so are the windows
But the wind still greets me with open arms like I'm a heir of her own
I remember the glasses that used to shatter
And the way we used to hide from our neighbors
Now gone are the cheers of my friends and gone are the flowers
But the house still stands strong under the storm and the showers
It appears as if it is teasing me about my transient life
But then, it makes me realize the importance of my time
The rooms were small then, they are bigger now
But for some weird reason they appear lonely now....
©solace
S