We are both older now. The voice behind the camcorder, And the child laughing on tape. Their voice has matured, And so did I. Our house is no longer filled With toys bribed with kisses, And sticky handprints on tables and TVs. It is no longer echoing with Screeched laughter, And I love you's. Our house is no longer a home. We are all older now. No one is home.
— @bedroompoetry on tiktok












