Hearts Too Big

All the rooms are empty now -
From furniture to figurines,
They've taken out the things you kept
And swept the floorboards clean.

Those pictures that hung on the walls
Are boxed-up with the books and games -
The only evidence of you,
The dust marks from the frames.

Could you see the people here
Placing records in their sleeves?
And was your spirit restless
While you longed for them to leave?

Close the door and turn the key
And weep for those whose lives uncurl
Burdened by their broken dreams
With hearts too big for the world.