Leaves falling on the ground, oh so so gently
The rusty stop sign down the street that is almost too old for people to pay attention to
The tree that is almost too cold to be alive
My house is almost as cold and empty as a heart missing someone
An empty coffee cup, covered in yellow flowers, with god knows what's left in it, it's been there forever
The tapestry that I only look at to fall asleep
My candle that has never been lit, never appreciated
The fan I use to drown out the silence like someone staying busy after losing someone
The old butterfly sticker that's almost worn away
My house it yet to be a home to me
