"A Year in View" by Annika Lawson

Something in the awkward pauses, blank stares

Empty banter and closed doors,

Uninterested hellos and how are yous

Leaving the dishes to rot in the sink

Cold and lifeless furniture between decorated walls of memories faded,

What happened here, Are we too different now

Stories of the past relived are the only thing that keeps us going

Empty house. Empty heart. Cold hands.

Feels like nothing is real anymore

Something in the clothes piled high in the hamper

The messy floor and my scattered things across the desktop

The cold breeze flowing in from the cracked window

and morning light pouring in, wrapped in love

This warmth, this day, this feeling

Feels like home.