I came home to find you gone
A message written quickly, perhaps on the run
An empty house, a broken heart
Unwashed dishes, frozen cold hearth
The words spoke of change things that once were new
I weep around dying flowers bought to show love to you
This place it now seems empty
A house and not a home any more
The memories to be built in the future
Gone with fragile petals on the floor
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