Relocation, also known as moving is the process of vacating a fixed location (such as a residence or business) and settling in a different one.
I know it watches voicelessly.
Staring, with bulging plaster eyes,
dripping out from the painted heaven.
Soon, you’ll only have the cobwebs silken songs
billowing, and the march of armored insects
running the bare walls ragged.
The bugs use to dodge and dance,
our highway of frames and photos,
we’d even, sometimes, dye your edges
with cords of glowing plastic gems.
Maybe a spider will wobble its ivory thread
to dance the empty furnace winds?
I know you’ll grin at the wriggling life,
the empty ceiling, the ever vigilant speckled void.
You’ll think—this used to be our house—it did.
A home is a place of residence or refuge. When it refers to a building, it is usually a place in which an individual or a family can live and store personal property.
When you’re empty and you’ve watched
the last ragged tower fall in labeled blocks.
Only the watery edges of shadow-light will move,
but change so slowly, barely worth one of your million eyes.
Memories will flash and fade
on your empty white walls.
You liked us, our negligent and unpredictable sounds and sights.
Laughs, screams, barks, bites, cries,
a whole emotional smorgasbord,
You soaked it up, drained our echoes
in ascending wisps of nostalgic power.
Now, we’re gone, and
you’re a dust-danced abyss once more.
And once again—you’ll think—again.
This use to be our house—it did.