House Of The Dead Memories

Sitting on the seashore 

With sunset and wine, 

He said he would always remain mine. 

She regretted saying to herself it was fine,

When he first crossed his line,

She regretted letting it go instead of letting him go,

Remaining quiet rather than saying no.

All that was left after that was a dead house of fading memories,

With tainted floor and blood stained carpets,

which were once beautiful before they met.

Their memories stuck in broken nets,

Burning in the black flames he had set.

Shattered glass and half painted walls,

Eerie sound filling the empty halls.

Where once used to be cuisines of love,

Are now burning polaroids on the stove.

Rebooting all the memories you gave,

Is how I now live in this monochromic cave.