My bags are packed and at the foot of the stairs, all my memories have been stored away, the last thing I do before I leave this house is say goodbye. I want one last look through the rooms to think about us, the wonderful life we shared in this place we called home - once. I remember the good and bad times but most of all I remember the love. We loved like no others with a bond to last a lifetime, or so we thought. When we planned our future, said our golden years would be spent side-by-side it was a dream - just a dream. What happened? Where'd we go incurably wrong? Is there nothing left? We shared a wonderful life in this house, this home. I have no regrets. But there is nothing left for me or you here - love don't live here anymore.
Christopher Cofield
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-don-t-live-here-anymore/
