Thoughts

Poem/Open Letter

Do you know that they destroyed it?

They tore down the stairs.

They ripped up the flower beds.

They dimmed the lights.

They removed the furniture. 

They redecorated the garage. 

They changed the air circulating throughout the house.

I bet the place is dull and dark.

I'd like to believe they're vicious and malicious people.

They destroyed it, grandma.

You let them.

You let them obliterate the chance of me ever remembering.

My childhood.

Your life. 

Your love.

When I used to gaze upon that place, I used to feel happiness, excitement.

Now, even just the thought, I feel hurt, pain, betrayal.

You could've stayed.

You could have showed you wanted to stay in touch.

Now I struggle.

When I heard your name, it used to fill me with joy.

Now it fills me with anger and sorrow.

How could you let them ruin everything?

It was all fine before you left.

You altered everything.

Maybe one day I'll forgive you completely.

Maybe one day I won't slump at the mention of your name.

Maybe one day I won't look the other way at the sight of your house.

Maybe one day I'll be able to leave this hurt behind.

And maybe I'm the one being unreasonable.

But how can you blame me when you abandoned me?

And maybe I'm being petty.

But how can you blame me when you didn't hesitate to leave?

You let them wreck it all.

You say you're still here.

You say we still have the memories.

But how can we remember the memories,

When the memorabilia is gone,

And it took you with it?