#empty rooms

Is this where you live? Haven’t seen you in ages. Probably a rhetorical question though.

And I bet you have to look up the word 'rhetorical.'

You always struck me as someone who could disappear without actually leaving.

A light still on upstairs. A chair facing nothing. Grass reclaiming the entrance one patient centimetre at a time.

Like the place knows you’re coming back eventually, even if you don’t.

Walls echoes your name A bittersweet reminder That love's an unfair game