Where My House Used To Be

This key on my chain

Doesn’t fit like it did

Rust on the gate

Name on the lid

Mailbox leaning

Paint peeling off the eaves

I’m standing on the sidewalk

Where my house used to breathe

Call it home

Call it lost

Call it used

Call it crossed

I gave you my rooms

You turned them to rooms you could leave

Now I miss what I had

I miss what we were

I’m haunting the hallways of a past I can’t unsee

Where my house used to be

Couch at your cousin’s

Chipped mug in a thrift store line

Our photo in a junk drawer

Someone else’s life on mine

You took the good plates

Left the crooked frames

I sleep in a stranger’s bed

Still whispering our names

Call it home

Call it lost

Call it used

Call it tossed

I gave you my rooms

You turned them to rooms you could leave

Now I miss what I had

I miss what we were

I’m haunting the hallways of a past I can’t unsee

Where my house used to be