Goodbye

Boxes piled high,
Bags stuffed beyond zipping,
Not the smallest fleck of dust
Dares disturb the emptiness.
Looking now,
It is hard to believe
This shell of a house
Was a beautiful home
Once upon a time long ago,
Before this thing called life
Reared its ugly fearsome head
And a twist of fate
Born the two of us
To a time full of angry men and war;
The draft it was deemed,
Pulled you away from me,
Never to be heard from again.
The last sound this place will ever hear
Are tears from my eyes
Falling and splashing on these steps.