Walking your ruins

You felt like a wrecked old house today
Broken and full of stories
Stories I want to pick and read out loud
Like the wasted floor your heart is
Fragile, eggshells strewn all across
You can’t hold things anymore
I fear it will crack if I put my foot down
Just for a second
Even for a second

Your doors, worn-out

They let everyone in
Like you do in your life now
While you stand there and smile

And I see the sunlight pouring through the fractured ceiling

As you shine on my face

You smile like the sunshine ( have I told you that ? )
How long till it’s gone I wonder
The floors creak and the roof threatens to give up
Just like you do
On me
Every single time I go there
And I have to hold the walls 

Tiptoe around
Like my thoughts
We tiptoe around you now

It’s almost funny how I hold on to the ruins
Pointless
But I keep taking these little trips to you
Making excuses
A new one each time
To feel the wreckage one last time I tell myself
For the familiarity
For the stories
For the memories
Collecting each time – a little bit of you

A piece of something I pick up from your mess
That I hope to hold on to

There are no new stories to be lived there I know
For those walls will never hold
The floors gave up last time I was there
They really are far too old
The sunlight, blinding – now that there’s barely a roof
Doors and windows gone too

Just a matter of time

I can feel it crumbling down
Just like you and me

Any day now.