HOUSE WITH NO LOVE
Written By: Barry P. Foley
Copyright © 18 OCT 21
I once knew of house with no love, they lived separate lives in separate rooms
Had everything couples would have, including a separate rack for their shoes
Separate chair to watch TV, and separate towels for the bath
Separate food on the shelf, and separate bedrooms in the back
But they must have shared a life once, something must have brought them together
Perhaps one of them got hurt, or maybe they hurt each other
Now they both sleep behind closed doors, each hiding behind the walls
Each too stubborn to admit, that failure was both their fault.
Now in this house with no love, a man lives there all alone
The silence is driving him insane, silence when he comes home
But he sets in her separate chair, and uses her separate towels for the bath
He ate all her food on the shelf, and he sleeps in her bed in the back
He dreams about the love they shared, when the baby was on the way
If he’d shown how much he cared, been reasons for her to stay
Now in this house with no love, an old man lives all alone
Puts fresh flowers on her grave every day, and returns to his sad lonely home