The Way Things Used To Be


The Way Things Used To Be


Our home has become as lonely

as the last leaf on a dying tree

laughter no longer reverberate against walls

we consummated with our love

old arguments replay themselves endlessly

like a scratched record avoiding the next beat

the eerie shadows of who we once were

turn us into restless spirits of the night 

as we haunt ourselves with stained memories of

the way things used to be


Photo from Google Images

DISCLAIMER: This is fiction.


172 thoughts on “The Way Things Used To Be

  1. I love this melancholy piece – beautiful..
    It’s funny – I love writing happy pieces but I also really enjoy writing dark sad ones and not because my life is such.. I actually love my life and everyone in it.. I love wearing the dark emotions for a moment..
    I never thought to point out that it’s fiction.. good move
    I just love writing every emotion 😊

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