it echoes inside
there
where you are meant to live
darkness
no lights but the porch
flickering, burning, waiting
a beacon
hopeful and hopeless
i will keep it warm for you
i will wander its halls
footsteps damp, salt in my wake
this home, not my home
our home
quiet, haunted
by what hasn't
by what may
by what may not
but it remains
there
space carved away years ago
the piece of me i gave
the light is on
map and guide
even if
even if you never
even if you never return
home
