Blueprints for a House That Won’t Keep

I packed my history in a box
with the nails still stuck in the frame
wrote goodbye in the dust on the floor
tried to laugh
but it wasn’t the same

Pulled the dreams down from windows
folded them sharp so they’d fit
heard the floorboards creak slow
through the rooms
never saying a bit

I leave behind blueprints
for a house that won’t keep
broken glass in the sink
faded lines where we’d sleep

I walk away empty
with the ache in my hands
every brick I laid
crumbles into sand

Found a wish in the wall
where the paint never dried
hung my coat on regret
locked the door from outside

Stepped over memories
curled up by the mat
left every light burning
just my failure looking back

There’s no sense in the leaving
no mercy in the sound
just the sound of my footsteps
and the world spinning round

I step out into morning
and try not to look back
the house is still standing
but I know what it lacks