remember the day we use to be exited to see each other even if only half hours passed?
we use to dance and laugh at everything that came across our way.
nothing was a problem back then, we would just deal with it.
a broken glass was just an accident,
our kitchen was never alone,
home never slept,
it was never dark.
as days go by the walls start to smell moldy.
our kitchen is always empty and grey.
the lights get turned off completely.
time goes by our souls start to wonder away from each other like complete strangers.
as one soul transitioned our life became strange.
home was a sanctuary from everyone.
guest always showed up happy and exited.
time goes by so slow, everything is melting away like grease on a burner.
life is a polaroid picture, with time it starts losing its color.
time goes on with no stop.
its gone before you know it.