Another Empty Room

Echoes softly bouncing, shadows holding tight,
furniture abandoned, swallowed by the night.
Photos face-down sadly, curtains drawn in shame,
another empty room, whispering your name.

Floors remember footsteps, creaking slow and deep,
promises abandoned, secrets locked to keep.
Quiet corners listening, whispers barely heard,
every silence heavier than unspoken words.

Tomorrow brings more silence, spaces filled with ache,
rooms we shared abandoned, bonds too hard to break.
Healing feels impossible, emptiness remains,
rooms become reminders, filled with quiet pains.

Maybe someday courage comes, entering again,
walking through these rooms, less haunted by then.
But tonight, each empty space whispers truths I fear,
another empty room, another fallen tear.